A
prisoner I am
Without
chain or handcuff
Eyes
roving wide
I
dare not cross the line
Messed
up
Threatened
and crushed
I
lay hold on to life
Hoping
my survival was all it takes
Now
many years gone
I’ve
been forgotten in hell
The
road to paradise
I
crave
But
the chain of my mind I slave
When
politicians march
I
stand on the roof to cheer
Making
me a lower god
When
I should be the real god
A
prisoner I am
In
my conscience for my mind is stained
My
vocal cords have been cut
With
the money I crave
In
a day I finished the pay
But
in ages they kept me at bay
Eating
my meal
In
addition to their filled will
Crushing
the bones
Not
giving me the crumps to feed
Pointing
their guns at my skull
While
my fellow protesters scram
If
only I see
I’d
known this darkness no more
Claiming
my right
Making
my masters pay
For
the riots, the dead, and the slain
And
for sanity
In
a land where we’ve become mum
(w)
03.03.13. 3:15-3:20pm
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