“Daddy?
-Yes my love?
What are they building there, daddy?
-A prison, sweetheart.
What is a prison, daddy?
-A prison is a building where we can lock up people, sugar.
Daddy? Those locked up people? do they ever come out?
-Sometimes, my dear. But most of those people will go back to prison again my dear.
That must be a nice place to live then, don’t you think so daddy?”
By me
