Another yell of pain,
Speaks of a new arrival,
Into this kingdom of burglers,
Into this palace of deliquents,
Out of the world of freedom,
Into a worrisome world of loneliness,
Where the day's burning sun,
And the night's stifling darkness,
Remain the twin-sister companions,
Of sinful stinking souls,
Claded in offensive attire,
Shackled to restless chains,
It is some pretty luck behind the lock,
If filthy foods of vulture's stuff,
Drop in as breakfast,
Late at noon as well,
Security of life-unguaranteed,
Dream of escape-sky high,
Handshake and smile-prohibited,
Labour, lashes and languish,
Good gifts for guilty felons!!
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