Imprisoned

Imprisoned.
Implemented and meant.
As justice to give it,
Slowly awakens...
From centuries of a deep and dormant,
Unconscious sleep.
Of a consensual tormenting contempt,
For those considered...
To be less than the human beings,
God intended them to be.

Let it be shown,
This awakened consciousness be known.
God alone sits,
On the highest thrown of judgement.
And when God decides,
To apply...
His or Her's or It's ultimate decision?
This call will be answered,
By the ones who believe...
Their doing of misdeeds,
Will continue to be ignored.

Ignored.
To allow them to do to others,
As they please to leave...
Themselves free to perceive,
They are the untouchable chosen ones.

'Your Honor?
We, the accused,
Realize you do the best you can.
To apply the law to those unfortunate.
And in your position,
It is understood to understand...
There are times that come,
You may not realize...
Who amongst us,
Are the 'Chosen Ones'.
And we represent,
That before your eyes to clearly see.'

'Your point to make,
I will admit is commendable.
However...
This statement of yours made,
To defend your greatness?
Will be better to debate,
For the rest of your life.
With cell mates equally deluded.
To fiction themselves...
Deities of some other Universe,
Living on another Earth.
Not yet to appear.
To undo what makes clear my decision.

But I will say this...
Perhaps the warden will allow you all,
Time to throw your rocks and sticks.
With a doing to reminisce,
The heroic antics of your ancestors.

You people are guilty.
Of embedded mistakened identities.
Snap out of it!
This is not Your Democracy.
To declare entitlements,
You did not earn to receive.
Nor am I convinced...
Your mentality has not victimized,
The minds of innocent children!

Enjoy your stay.
And pray.
For how ever long it takes.
To at least make attempts to listen,
To therapists assigned to you.
On a daily basis.
Until...
You are completely rehabilitated.
To pass the next phase.'

'So...
We can look forward to being paroled?'

'Paroled?
This is not an episode of Perry Mason.
No.
You will be trained,
To know the difference between...
A domesticated animal.
And how to treat a human being.
Good luck!'

'Good luck?
Good luck for what?'

'Well...
There may be some of your cell mates,
Unable to give up...
Their taste for blood.
And trust me...
We have done all we could,
To turn them into vegetarians!
Oh.
You have no idea,
Just how difficult this task is!'