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496. Smell Of Captivity

The smell of captivity sours the soul
Jail bars destroy all life’s vision
Justice enforced but not given
Distorting the results of a bad decision
Orange clothes yet sometimes grey
Colored raiment to taunt the heart
The facade of structure and sanity
No chance for any fresh start
Shackled minds lost to wandering
Strong muscles control the right to live
No salvation for those who need it
Without dignity there’s nothing left to give


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