Analysis of Deconstruction of the Mind

Listening forcefully to the voices of men transformed to children,
screaming, crying, yelling, not willing to admit their sorrow,
their dreams of a different tomorrow,
so they condone their childish ways and temper tantrum days,
and believe repentance and forgiveness will soon follow,
but for now they will drown in a sort of premeditated sorrow,
for, if their pain was heartfelt and true,
not to be the judge of any of you,
but wouldn't they cry at night, alone, as I do,
should we not be embarrassed of the paths we choose,
if the paths lead us to confinement,
with the only gesture of the day,
is a person obligated to bring us our food,
I lie awake every night,
listening uncontrollably to grown men with blurred sight,
attack the walls and ask the doors to fight,
is this the only way to succeed through strife?