A Prison of Our Own As you look into the windows of the cell block Through the socket of tiers The gunmen at its temple The years of abuse carved into the body Of this young yet aged building Signifying who stands there Eyelids form bars That keep us caged in This dungeon That can barely hold itself together With cobwebs & best wishes Imaginary fences form the space That should never be violated Signs of aggression Will cause immediate action to be taken Hundreds of personalities doing time Asking the conscience they all share Why haven't I been set free? -Jorge Nunez