FREEDOM PARK

These walls once

were grim and gloom

where many a fate

met their doom

I still see them

in their chains

their sweaty bodies

tilling the grounds

They wet the soil

with their tears

I still can hear their cries

in these winds

of sorrows and agony

of freedom so far away.

In bitterness

they accept their misfortune

Day and night

in these walls their world is conformed

no escape

from its savagery nor

from the jailer's whip

and days of bitting hunger

Alas how useless it is

to hope for tomorrow.

Crammed into breathlessness

in this pigeon hole

called prison cells

life has no meaning here

death they impatiently await.

Bound never to feel again

the sweet canality of the opposite sex

in these chains

they have been cursed

to spend their lives

misreable till death comes calling...

 

                                                           eDriiz..