BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Belly of the Beast,
The box, the yard
The human cage,
The closest thing a person can get
Without resting in the graveyard.
Behind the wall are mosaic reflections
Of the Pros and the Cons
City of Vultures
The empire of the forgotten,
A reality check of uncivilized
People can treat fellow humans
When entering the behind bars.
Mental health, addictions, unspeakable
Actions all collide into a mixing pot
At risk, wrongfully convicted and those who
Owned up and those who lost their trials
Those who were victims to political Corruption,
Those who couldn’t afford lawyers,
Because of the lack of funds to pay up
Those who depended on legal aid,
Falling prey to being coerced.
A dark game that no one seem to care
Unless they were impacted,
Being sucked into a funnel of stigma,
And being judged.
These walls are reflections of the closet
That each society possesses,
Showing the true colours of how humanity
Lingers between the fine line of compassion,
And entertaining dark thoughts of torment.
If we really take our time to invest,
You’ll see who are the true monsters
And it’ll be in places where we least expect.
