In our separate prisons
      Like glass domes scattered
      Amongst the desert
      We walk through 3-D movies
      Imagining people
      And TV's
      And microwave gourmet entree sunsets

      The bars of our cells
      Are smoking cigarettes
      Like white pillars around us
      Hiding our secret sins
      From our parents and children
      And our hidden foes -
      The thought police

      It's never too late
      To set aside the hallucination
      You imagine as your life
      And join our Earth family
      Children who believe many things
      Who need nourishing food
      And a safe place to sleep.