Trapped

This bars are of steel,
I mean who said I could steal?
From them anything real,
So down my spine I feel the chill,
In my eyes I see-
-the reason for the kill!

It’s like you are trapped,
NOT LIKE ! but you are…
Inside this labyrinth-
Are what and not of filth,
Movements toned down to a stealth,
That motion is beneath!

You look around disturbed,
Thoughts fire shots unperturbed,
Inside here for real you are grabbed,
So your shoulder, thin or broad is rubbed,
With them all to a rubba dub!

Around not even a sound!
Even the bark of an irked greyhound,
For you lay on the ground,
Rise and pace around,
And again sit on the ground!

It is the confusion,
The disunion,
Black communion,
So the action,
Is a reaction!
A CHAIN REACTION!