White washed walls and cold tile floor
Only dread comes through that door
Anguished faces, apprehensive
Body language so defensive
Silent weeping, vulgar swearing
Feeling doomed, beyond all caring
Troubled children, facing fears
Stern faced judges, moms in tears
Vandalism, petty theft
Seeking hope but none is left
Escalating, drugs and rape
Beyond all hope, now no escape
Was a child, now judged a man
This was part of no one’s plan
Adult status, once desired
Handcuffs, shackles now required
Hear the verdict, “five to ten”
In as children, out as men
Load the van, a road to hell
End up in a prison cell
Above the door, these words appear
“Abandon hope, who enter here….”
(This was written without ending punctuation as part of the "effect" of the poem. Everything is left "on hold, hanging in the air..." - for a feeling of not knowing what comes next.)
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