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           Yes.

           There are lots of these in this country.

           Prisons without walls.

           All throughout this country.

           They can be anywhere.  They can be everywhere.

           They are anywhere.  They are everywhere.

           They can be anyone.

           Maybe they are your neighbors.

           Maybe you know them.  

           Maybe you do not.

           Maybe they are you.



           Maybe you know they are there.  

           Maybe you don't.

           The people who are in them know.

           The people who are them, know.

           They do.

           They do know, and they are not happy about it.

           Shaking the bars.

           Yelling and screaming.

           They are not happy about it, one little bit.



           People in them like to dream.

           They dream all day.  They dream all night.

           They dream of escaping.

           They dream of the impossible.

           They dream of a better life.

           Nobody ever escapes.

           Nobody.

          

           Some people try something else.

           Instead of trying to get out,

           They try to get others to get in.

           They reach their hands out beyond



      Their hands, old and gnarled, but still strong.

      They reach, fingers spreading out.

      They try desparately.

      They try to get their hands to grip something.

      They try to get their hands to grip a thing, anything.

  

  They, behind the bars of their cells.  They watch

  the world go by.

  You, behind the bars of their cells, look in and watch them.

  They feel like a zoo animsk.

          

           You look in and you see them.

   Smiling faces, loving words.  Smiling faces, loving words.

   Suckers and gullables.  Suckers and the gullables.

        

      The spiders trying to get the flies into their webs.

      The spiders trying to get the flies into their webs.

      Some people fall for it.

      They do.

      They do, and they too become prisoners.

      They too become prisoners.

      Never to see the outside again.

      Never.



           People leading lives.

           The Groundhog day way.  A groundhog day.

           Days that just seem to be repeated.

           Days filled with soap operas, talk shows and more.

           Days filled with fantasy.

           Days filled with everything.

           Days filled with nothing.

          

           Again and again and again and again.

          

           At some point, these people give up.

           They give up.

           They resign themselves to their fate.

           They do.