Inside the prison, Independence is sold out- And as freedom embrace bondage, We breathe in and out, Out and in again Then, The innocent and guilty copulate Producing, a sea of heads That engage themselves; In a discuss of silence And as the silence vibrate, We all began to walk Into an invisible theater Of sad inmates Then, Everyone began to quake Like fish outside a pool; Lacking a return journey- Oh! The hangman is near, Never than now And as the quake continued, A fickle ant tickled my composure With a clapping and flapping motion That released blood and sweat And soon, the atmosphere smiled With gaps in - between the teeth Saying, welcome to our world!