Acrostic: Gallon Jug Prisons

©2019, Olan L. Smith

Great giant balls of liquid flame, burn through the impermeable

Anti-gravity papier-mâché domains filled with prisons, as

Large as gallon milk jars, where ice is hotter than a

Liquid sun's surface, and a man's prison keys are made

Of the molten ore, of the center of arctic icebergs, during the day's

Night fall at the dawn of evening's rise.

Justices is cruel, unfair to the innocent in this realms where the

Unjust ruler declares right wrong, and imprisons freedom,

Grants the wise the dunce cap, and laughs aloud.

Prick your skin, see the blood flow green down your arm,

Restrict yourself to small biospheres is a strange misconception;

Innocently declared truth, and angry souls foully,

Speak falsities as strength, ignorance as authority where lies

Ordained truth. Plug the bottle top, seal yourself inside,

Never venture out into the light of night's darkness, for

Surely you will shrivel into a molten pile of decayed wisdom.