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PRISON WRITINGS
ASHBURN

WHERE?

Can there be TRURTH-
Where Ego's foolish whims entail;
Returning what is touted true
In a farce designed to fail;
Turning Nature's wonder into constant, ruthless plunder?
Where is this vaunted truth we vain decry?
Was ever there a truth that failed to lie?

And what of LOVE- 
Where the effigy we live pseudo-self;
Tortured by tales of things above,
Tormed on reason's old dusty shelf?
Is love a thing to be remade, tossed to and fro;  
Yet no matter how twisted still remain
The ultimate in selfishness, a cry from pain?

May we find CHARITY- 
In this where money rules;
Where with joy in disparity
We steal a profit one with fools?
Where hate is legistated and we're bind, miseducated; 
Where propaganda leads the herd?
Who knows the meaning of this word?

Is FAITH not lost-
Where the million swarm berserk?
Where only gold is counted cost
And legal murder hero's work?
Where-the faithful mortal-whole, mature a total?
Is there here a faith so great
That love will find a way though hate?

Where is HOPE-
When ideals are turned to dross?
Where with reality we fail to cope?
Can we survive so great a loss?
Where will we find unity in Ego's vast infinity?
Hope lives the brief moment in doubt!
The candle burns, flickers, then is out.