Parallel Universes known by all.
Where in one you lay straight and the other you stand tall.
Sent to one by the Grim Reaper with his scythe in hand, black robes and black hood.
Sent to the other by a Judge with his gavel in hand and black robes as you are deemed no earthly good.
At the news of your death your family mourns as they know best.
Those who love you shed tears at the news of your arrest.
Eventually the pain subsides and people move on.
Eventually the memories of you fade as they deem that you are gone.
The cemeteries are filled with all races and classes.
While the prisoner too is buried away with the masses.
Identified by a tombstone with your name, birth date, and the day on which you were put to rest.
Identified by a green badge with your name, birth date, and DOC # which must be worn on your chest.
Buried away in a ditch which is 6' deep.
Thrown into a 6' wide concrete space in which you cook, sit, and sleep.
The body decays as nature takes its course in the usual way.
While in prison the soul is screaming out as it is being eaten away.
Some dead suffering the punishments for the sins of their past.
Most inmates suffering from the results of chasing the money that don't last.
Let this be a warning for all of you who still have a life on the street.
We all have a grave awaiting us, but the one that you can avoid is concrete.
By Anthony "Wali" Powers