The Innocent Prisoner

That gentleman there, he stands forlorn

He knows not why this hell was born

Tireless thoughts that ceaseless roam

interrupted again by his hunger’s moan

A new dimension of form retrieves

With Anger and fear now thick as thieves,

Control his every desires and needs,

For survival’s basics so to speak.

Where once his head held high in town,

Now finds his gaze straight on the ground.

And if they catch him eyes up bound,

A vengeance strike is made to pound.

With captains and the guards around,

He dare not make a single sound.

For audacity strikes a single cord,

In minds that egos create and bore.

Yet times are rare when grins are bare

Most likely the night before was fair

As drunken egos cast a spare

I’ll let him live they think today

But tomorrow is another day.