Prisoner at Home
Feb 25, 2021
A Poem
They keep us in the room,
warm and sheltered.
We are safe,
we are fed,
we are prisoners
behind the walls called home.
You won’t understand why we lie.
You won’t understand until you’re a prisoner of your own home.
Roll-call every day.
Once at 4 o’clock,
once at 10 o’clock.
You don’t understand why we lie.
We are safe,
we are fed,
but we are prisoners behind the walls called home.
