There was a hush of freedom over the wall.

Trapped in the jaws of dread,

dying in the silence

there were no smiles today

it was the beginning

of the work week

of more mental whippings

timed to slavery of the clock

in the making of a living,

a living for what....

to be free?

While over the wall

the prisoners get

three meals a day,

a roof over their head,

free utilities, smuggled goods,

free medical, no taxes,

and a exercise yard to play.

Who really is free?

As he pays for those

in taxes high, struggling

and then retires

on next to nothing,

spat out on the street

too old to work,

he's getting cold,

he finds himself

homeless.