My brother will not be free to have a Christmas tree. He will be spending the next 3 to 4 years in Prison scrubbing floors down on his knees. Unwanted child left behind by a working mother just trying to make ends meet, he slipped through the cracks of society. Some people think everything is already meant to happen..set up by a God they say. I don't believe that that is true...How could a good God be so cruel?
A poem for the prisoners who have slipped through the cracks of society, the wrongly accused and the set up, and the ones who's crimes do not fit their punishments.........
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