"The world is a prison,

      Full of inmates and personnel,
    lies and submission,
   and quick leaves on bail...

  ...Then come back
  To the crimes
  The innocent cries
    and the walls all black...

                                                            The personnel has control
                                                     The inmates can riot.
                                            But riots don't always win
                                                and then there is discipline

                                             If both made peace with the other
                                       Everyone would be free
                  But they fight with each other
          Until there is no one else to be

         The World is a mystery
             and peace is hard
             but not as hard as misery..."
                            Sang the old Bard