PRISON

Heaven is a prison.

Sergeant Peter is a monolith,

Of cruel bureaucracies and protocols.

Let us see what crimes you have committed –

Subjugation, indoctrination, destruction of self,

And others.

Hands which could have helped others, would rather be clasped

In prayer.

Words which could’ve been softened in affection,

Were lashing children in the promise of punishment.

Once you go in, there’s no way out –

Sentenced to after-life.

Crammed in tight quarters,

Millions of souls,

Sequestered in gangs.

No time off for good behaviour,

Only hard labour,

In praising the Warden,

The worst of them all.