Hope and the promise meet reality and gloom at the gate
of Hunterspoint Correctional Facility in a factory turned
prison housing the masses displaced by the Third Industrial
Revolution.
I am a deputy warden,
who keys a sturdy gate.
You call for Mr Bridges,
at a portal designed for freight.
Welcome to the Computor Age, the third industrial revolution,
a world of electronic marvels.
The old ways of the factory age are gone forever.
But what has replaced them? Ben and Jack have to step lively
to keep one foot ahead of the Grim Reaper.
Vision visited regency,
a magic tiara propound
Clutching fingers grasp nimbly,
pulling the sky to the ground.
Will the promise and the dream hold out against the gloom
and dispair of the Grim Reaper?
Ben and Jack in different ways believe they will.
What was down is up and righted.
Fortune turns aside its twist.
What was once slighted,
is now beknighted,
with geniality.
Demotion to a place among those displaced by the New Age: the
unskilled immigrants, homeless persons and the Vietnam
Veterans confined at Hunters Point Correctional
Facility is the banishment the Grim Reaper promises
as a reminder of the high cost of failure.
Hope and the dream face a tough road against
the Grim Reaper!
Judge Tim Jayson
Administrative Law Judge
Division of Parole
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Hunters Point Correctional Facility,
Van Dam Street Long Island City
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Between the pillars of prosperity and progress now hang the blue flag of New York; where merchants and tradesmen once entered is now a jail
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