Poetry

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Our prisons serve no lasting good.
They don't teach wrong from right.
Their harsh, uncaring treatment could
Form inmates filled with fright.

Sadly inmates, far from God,
So seldom see the light.
Example, like a gentle prod,
Could show them how they might

Be so much better than they are.
How sad to see that some,
Through gross injustice, push men far
From what they might become.

As bad they enter, worse they leave,
An utter waste of time.
The faulty guidance they receive
Might turn them back to crime.

Why not, when people reach the brink
Of what they can endure,
Just teach them what their God would think?
His thoughts: so straight and sure.


Maurice A, Williams
Copyright 2004

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