Riot

another poem written in prison describing emotional state of myself and others.

Everyday these walls make hearts grow colder
Starving souls try to barter
Barely enough food to go around
Everyone prays for a moment of silent sound
Never to attain they all live in pain
Caged like animals frustrations let loose
The grip of the devil tightens like a noose
The riot begins
Its too late to see no one wins