Prison

O! The prison! The fearsome place,
Where a strong man holds his truncheon,
His cynical laughter, barbarian face,
With his action no difference to Don.

O! The prison! The enigmatic place,
Where good and evil,
Innocent and guilty treated alike.
Her hysterical shoutings remain,
Rebels rebel in vain.
Ugly ghosts revel.

O! The prison! The hot melting place,
Where the virtuous souls struggle,
Escaping alloy with bad metal.
When temperature is too high,
Volcano's smokes fly,
To burst into fireball, all mortals left,
While only the miracles survive.

 

I like it. It sounds old worldly.

 

the society itself is a prison

 

I really dug it. It sounds sort of Victorian, yet very sad.