"My Prison Blanket" By Anonymous

Knitted thin white fabric,
Twice as wide as my bunk,
And long enough to fold under my feet.
I lie on top of my sheet at night,
And pull my blanket over my head.

Why do some people pull the newspapers
Over their heads to hide the truth?
Do they find comfort in the
Misfortunes of others?
Maybe they are just too lazy to ask questions.