I sit here in my cell,
My bars the popup I get,
When I click the status box.
The punishment is silence,
The accusation of spamming,
A crime I did not commit.
Some automated bot,
Decided my fate,
Judge jury and executioner.
And my right to appeal?
Non existent,
Hidden behind a broken feature.
So I’ll sit silent,
In my Facebook Cell,
Staring at my Facebook wall.