Crash <br />by Ted L Glines <br /> <br />The light is cold and sterile white <br />in prison halls all through the night, <br />a sleeping convict moans in fright, <br />fear has fangs that often bite. <br /> <br />CRASH <br /> <br />Gate slams shut on loves and tears, <br />no hope here for all his years, <br />convicts dream of hugs and beers, <br />each dream, lonely, disappears. <br /> <br />CRASH <br /> <br />Gate shuts out the growth of time, <br />young man caged all through his prime, <br />hear the crying speech of mime <br />in this place - the school of crime. <br /> <br />CRASH <br /> <br />He beat somebody - stole some cash, <br />he'd love to run - make a dash, <br />guards have keys - gates go 'Crash, ' <br />walking talking human trash. <br /> <br />CRASH <br /> <br />One day when he's grey and old, <br />they'll kick him out into the cold, <br />and let him starve on streets of gold, <br />a pauper's grave with life untold. <br /> <br />CRASH<br /><br />Ted L Glines<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crash-22/
