Those in Prison

I think of
Them
Shadowed far
From 
Gentle eye
Wanting
To find true
Humanity
In the shadowed forest
Where
They wait alone.
Worse than captured 
Body is
Mind held hostage
By evil in a mask deceiving
All who
Do everything but think
No, no, no,
It is not way
In the dark of
Ignorance again
Pilate washes his hands.

                                 George Coombs