Felons.

In-sane asylum
In-mates they
Cry-numb,
Locked up & chained down
Boxed in & caged out,
Clipped wings no escape route,
My birds all bagged up.
Cold cells
Colder souls,
Infinite in numbers
Stacked up like vegetables
Squashed up cucumbers....
9 inch 11 shanks
Leaving
Fatal infections,
Indefinite detentions
& Lethal injections
Can't breathe
There is no air
Nowhere to sit
Except the electric chair
Can't see the sky either
Yet I feel the
Thunder!
Death penalty
A mere formailty
To go Beyond the stars
With my brothers in arms,
To Join them in that
Deep-deep slumber.