A short poem observing that prison hardens the vilest deeds

Poem★★★

The vilest deeds like poison weeds
Bloom well in prison-air
It is only what is good in Man
That wastes and withers there:

Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Goal.

The point

A short poem observing that prison hardens the vilest deeds while withering away whatever good remains in a person.

Scripture

2 Corinthians 5:17John 13:34Matthew 25:36Proverbs 4:23Psalm 142:7

Audience

Adults

Tone

Somber · Reflective

To tell aloud

under a minute · 30 words

Subjects

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