In Potma Prison(Based On Survivors' Testimony)

The struggle against the cold is never ending All my warm belongings have been removed It’s dog cold in the solitary wing Only a blanket between you and freezing Even the birds here croak as opposed to sing Wake, when they bang on the bars Stand when an officer’s present Don’t toast bread, brew coffee that’s a crime. Barked orders. Indoctrination. Everything jars Kept alive on a diet of starch and water Letters disappear both going and coming And always the cold, Pervasive, deadly, numbing The Major in solitary Bans all toilet paper Prisoners must clean themselves By hand and finger To answer back, speak up May bring a beating Or worse, retrial... the weary years stretched out All hope of freedom fleeting Be like the three wise monkeys Dumb and Deaf and Blind Or you can kiss your liberty goodbye In prison, out of sight and out of mind