Not sure about this poem. Perhaps it was a matter of waking up to all the
crimes and complicity that have taken place through time and yet as long as
you have friends in high places, judgment is never meted out.
Given the fact that Prisons have been privatized, it pays to have people
This poem was written before the lunatics of Antifa and BLM started burning
looting. I guess I’d like to see people rehabilitated and given a second
authentic chance to make a life for themselves.
Set free prisoners of chaos
As each karmic debt is paid
Allow the river of life to cleanse
All the ‘sins’ you think you made
Errors done in judgment poor
Reveals the nature of a flaw
Nothing more or less
Of which guilt would claim us all