my home is a prison.

my home is a prison.

A Poem by windsnake
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jailed for impossible reasons...are you ill and left to rot...do the ones that suppoedly love ones ignorantly are pushing you ...its u.s. life to walk on eggshells now!?

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        OVER AND OVER, I SEE THE FACES OF SHADOWS I NEVER KNEW. ALL I CAN SAY IS GO AWAY! BUT, ITS OBSTINATE TO ADHEED.

winter is full speed. the home is a prison. now seeking tribution to a final hour.

        determination for my torture.. aim to see suffering....

its not your problem? then leave thy door.

i cant deprend on a souless figure... one who thinks life is hollywood with a pony ride are gravely mistaken..

we have qa value in our activaqtions of our life form...

                               GOD!!???

CAN WE.....can we allow ourselvs to be carpet....mats....if we defend...we go to jail.

how would you cops figure what its like to have people try and take your hom4e/

you would probaly shoot them... if we attempt to evict invaders we go to lockdown hotel...

if stealing acures we are told nothihng can be done....

if we have a sickness..we are only locked away to agony and pain.... mental patience are trapped with no help... only locked away and forgotten...

if closterphobia sets in we are tazed and beqaten from our heart...

if we have no ride because designated ride ditches you.... BAM!!!!!  public intox.....   you use the rights given to us by our forefathers....

constitution...declareation of independence might as well be burned....

 

 

         POLITICS OF SELFISH GREED TOOK OUR COUNTRY.....

ARE THEY WORKING SECRETLY WITH RUSSIA...CHINA   OR EVEN ISIS TO CONTROL OUR COUNTRY..

why cant the right ones be a target of these sufferings... cant even have your blood anymore...

they take what isnt theres....what god gave us... free will

now these 8x6 rooms have ants...below 68degrees, and nothing but soybean meals...

nol salt, no pepper, a soy burger with no ketsup even...  sure there are ones who deserve it...

all this for defending my home...whuich is now prison.... eggshells are broken..so is your freedom...

the bar 2 doors down blasting live music till 2 am... im deaf.. almost completely....i am not allowd to watch 10 o"clock news..

so why do disabled people live more harder frustrating lives....im not no killer... no drug dealer.. im no sex offender...

i dont bother nobody.

     im a hermit... i stay at home asnd chill...but in silence after 9:00pm....  unless i go to idiot building and lose hearing completely...
i only seek my rights to live under fair constitutional comfort...

yet my home....is a prison.

© 2017 windsnake


Author's Note

windsnake
make a chain reaction of this... use the linephrases but your your own words...
know your rights! in the united states of america

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Added on January 11, 2017
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Tags: human rights...jail, prison, ill, unable, trapped, locked up

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windsnake
windsnake

Friendship, WI



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