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Buried Alive

By: Frederick Radford
Wickedness, inside an iron fence.
That’s tailor made with razor blades.
Stuck inside a twilight zone
with herds of beast, that lurk for thrones.
I live within an episode of Frankenstein…
But I’m divine.
This origin of goons and goblins,
indexed in volumes,
who’s seen as numbers, instead of names. 
These cell’s are hell, so let them burn…
Like a book of matches, as I turn to ashes.
Without a flame.
Who’s to blame?
The judicial system,  that’s designed to keep us oppressed.
Lose your case, then lose your life,
whether you’re wrong or right.
The judge don’t lose no rest.
While he holds his wife,
I’m dressed in stripes. 
Stand up for count I don’t get no rest.
Life in prison as I discern, is a living hell!
The dead are buried in caskets.
The lifer casket is my cell.