Member Poem

Inside the prison,
Independence is sold out-
And as freedom embrace bondage,
We breathe in and out,
Out and in again
Then,
The innocent and guilty copulate
Producing, a sea of heads
That engage themselves;
In a discuss of silence
And as the silence vibrate,
We all began to walk
Into an invisible theater
Of sad inmates
Then,
Everyone began to quake
Like fish outside a pool;
Lacking a return journey-
Oh! The hangman is near,
Never than now
And as the quake continued,
A fickle ant tickled my composure
With a clapping and flapping motion
That released blood and sweat
And soon, the atmosphere smiled
With gaps in - between the teeth
Saying, welcome to our world!