Safe and sound.

Safe and sound.

Do you enjoy it?

The pain of it

The lies told

To keep secrets

The rough cloth

The taste of blood and sweat

The suffering of the weak

The victims

Taken from their beds

From under the noses

Of pale-skinned

Wide-eyed pretenders

Counting every blessing.

With the dry bones

Of cage fighters

Stacked up in the corner

Little Jack Horner

Turning his face away

The rip of wet skin

The feel of dry ice

The scrape of jackboots

On marble floors

Tightly fitting

Snug as a bug

Leather gloves

To cover the clean hands

Of the newly coronated

Autocrats

With big hair

Who sit in high chairs.

So many brought low

By misdirection

Even bright lights

Hold no fear

Open to the elements

Fear is contagious

Crawling scrawling insects

A cockroach crunch

Broken underfoot

Floodlit cells

Are everywhere

No hiding place

Exists

We are all prisoners here.