Your crime was a misdemeanor
But they treated it as a federal offense
One person in the roles
Of judge, jury and executioner
Your trial took a millisecond
Before we could say anything in your defense
They threw the shackles on your feet
And locked you in solitary
Your necessities of life were denied you
Alone...locked in a cold, dark place
Surrounded by monsters
That were once a comfort
Bread and water slipped under the door
Given only enough to keep you alive
But still torture you to the point of death
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