Thirty-six days, I've been in this cell.
No end in sight from what I can tell.
My mouth brought me here, and my "aggressive tone".
But I injured no one, not skin, hair or bone.
I pray to their god, but he does not hear.
And I've cried so much, I have no more tears.
How did less than one minute of words filled with rage
End up with me here like some dog in a cage?
Me being punished, that's not what I'm mad about.
It's the keeping of secrets about when I'll be let out.
This is cruel and unusual and I'm mad as hell.
Thirty-six FUCKING days I've been in this cell.
My mind is eroding, trying to figure out why
Why they've put me in here, in this box, alone to die.
I promised my mother my life I would not take.
But that might be the last promise I'll ever make or have to break.
I can't keep this up, my soul is on E.
Where is there god? Why doesn't he hear me?
I pray every night, like Aunt Bert taught me how.
I come humbled, on bended knees, eyes closed, and head bowed
But I'm still in this cell, now a lion in a cage,
Being punished for speaking, and expressing outrage.
And if speaking my mind, will send me to hell,
That's fine, so be it, just get me the fuck out this cell!