I wake every morning,
day one through day five.
Always wondering the same thing,
will I make it out alive.
I walk hallow halls,
of glass, steal and stone.
Surrounded by so many men,
yet i feel so alone.
My beat is a place,
of murder,robbery and rape.
I'm amid hundreds of men,
full of violence and hate.
Day in and day out,
I do my job in a earthly hell.
Full of screams, cries, and moans,
of men locked in there cells.
I'm not asking for the glory,
or a medal to reflect.
All that i ask for,
is a little support and respect.
We are Corrections Officers
in the direction of danger we run.
But remember one other thing,
we are still lovers, fathers and sons.
By New Jersey State Prison SCO,
F. Albano Jr.
