Prisoners of Conscience

Walls of silence

Topped with spin

Where’s my daughter?

Let me in.

Towers of deceipt

Guarding lies

Hiding the truth

Oh so wise.

Locks of hair

Promises of gold

Lies to be spun

Stories to be told.

Don’t ever let your hair down Rapunsel

I will keep you safe my child.

Come closer to the thread, witness the needle

Eat the apple, keep the silence of the chapel.

Our Island fortress will keep the bogie man out

Thick policemen full of stout

I am clever He’s a fool

I have control I will rule

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