Least Read Poems About Prison

One thing I’ve learned in life
when it comes to survival on the yard,
in the office, or at home
you have got to put in work

Sometimes it’s filthy work
other days it’s shit work
nothing ever gets accomplished
if your hands don’t get dirty

Sure, I may be a functional sociopath
but my goals will be met and the
dreams will be realized why, because
I’m willing to put in work

Nowadays I’m a corporate shot caller
they know my philosophy that a knife-less
man is a lifeless man and that I will ...

Here I am sitting in my prison cell
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A  smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.

The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...

An arch bishop of Canterbury,
                                                did not tell
Of John Smyth, who came from  
                                                   some place in hell
Who regularly abused
                                    young boys
Yet Justin Welby
                         made the choice
Of withholding evidence,
                                       which deserves time in jail!

by Jemia