It never gets easier been told your loved one has been incarcerated.
Every telephone call breaks the heart a little more.
It never gets any easier knowing they’re slowing falling down the rabbit hole further.
So, every good memory slowly fades while realities slaps sore.
Prison skipped a whole generation but it soon caught up with the next.
So, every tear shed holds my pain, shame and despair.
Why do governments pay thousands to incarcerate?
Wouldn’t funding prevention be money better spent?
Why do so many vulnerable young men end up in prison?
Why do so many mental health suffers end up in prison?