Prisons

Prisons, prisons, more jails,
The response to our system’s travails,
Where seldom is heard,
An encouraging word,
And the skies are not seen all the day.

We lock up our poor,
And then they’re no more,
And we’ll feel so much better this way,
We’re building more cells,
Stuffing kids in these hells,
And big bucks get made that way.

Oh, give me a home,
Where drug narcs don’t roam,
And no one is jailed for drug use,
Where the billions are spent,
For good drug treatment,
And addicts are free from abuse.