NormWould Sir like to see one in orange?
The end of a sentence is the beginning of a sentence. A death sentence ends with a full stop. Prison is home to the incarcerated. Convicts have been sent and held before facing the dexterity of the judicial meat hookery. Legal systems are like a proverbial river. Shit creek. Human waste gets treated like shit. Separate individuals are not treated the same. Rivers flow into bays. Prisons are often divided into blocks too. Entire lives are washed down the gurgler and into the bays. You won't see any of the affluent in the bay. Politicians and pundits bay for blood. They only spill that of others. Propertied people create laws; they look after their own. They hold cancers and hicks in cells without splitting them up. Ownership of justice belongs to forces greater than any of ours. Mental health can be seen in the way a person carries his legs chained together. Life is full of tribulations. Punishment ends with a capital “P”. Death is a lonely experience. There is a lot to be learned from everyone’s but our own. Life goes on after death. We barely own our own. Before a sentence begins there are trials. Freedom is another “F” word. Free inmates walk the line in suits and ties in only one shoe as their other foot toes the line. They are subjects without a sentence. There’s more to life than the pursuit of yourself. A sentence and a release: opposite.
