The joy brings many things. It cannot bring you joy. Sons of mothers huddle here. Men and boys. 1850 swung the doors. And human sewage swept inside. Where victims speak in whines. And where the hardened cried. I was sent here by. a 3 foot half-wit in a wig. I took his insults on the chin. And never did I flinch. A swagger hides the fear in here. By this rule we breathe. And there is no one on this earth. Who I'd feel sad to leave. You see we all lose. We all lose. What those in power do to you. Reminds us at a glance. How humans hate each others's guts. And show it given a chance. We never say aloud the things. That we say in our prayers. Cause no one cares. Many executed here. By the awful lawfully good. But the only thing that makes me cry. Is when I see the sky. Bredan Behan laughter rings. For what he had or hadn't done. Because he knew then as I know now. That for each and every one of us. We all lose. Rich or poor we all lose