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Sep 2020
It is said
that in Prisons
you have to belong to a gang
who will show you the ropes
teach you new tricks
and watch your back
in that allegiance you sell your soul
for protection and in hock
both inside and outside

If you dare not to
then you become a prey
the others will do everything
to break you
till you become their *****
always vulnerable always fearful

when I stood up to the criminal gang
who thought I was perfect for blackmail
and extortion
they broke into my flat and our car
then started their gangstalking
deploying women gang members
as the leading infantries
spreading false malicious information
character assassination
to isolate and remove all possible support
the rest was to deploy all their nefarious tactics
which ultimately drive such victims insane or suicide

I did nothing wrong
other than make it forcefully clear
I will not bow to blackmail or be intimidated by them

I sat back and watch criminals turn everybody around
into prisoners, obeying masters, with no will of their own
they no longer have a moral compass
they had entered a prison world without knowing
they are all under martial law of the prisons
became gang members
who have been shown the ropes
taught new ***** foul tricks
and told they are in solidarity
in that allegiance they have sold their minds and souls
for acceptance and now in hock

Yes, I am alone
I may well die alone
but I will know at least I refused to give in to blackmail
by gangsters and criminals
even if they destroy everything I endeavoured
honestly and sincerely for or achieved.
I will stand a free man, I will not be owned by criminals
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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