PRISONERS TALE

It was in God'd Vineyard
The fan rolled innocently on their long faces
They sat in scattered rows
Men of different race , age and frame
Looking lost with forlorn faces
I searched through their souls
All I saw were broken and dead dreams of a brighter and better future
They know not of tomorrow whose suspense we linger for
They know not of the sweet sound of home, fun and laughter
The jolly memories of yesteryears is now a mystery
Is it  the happiness they forget
Or the misery they choose to clinge to.
Were their destinies cursed
Could this be fate...
When they would be free from this strong walls of captivity
Only THE MOST HIGH KNOWS!