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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.