Political Prisoner

Political Prisoner How I envy the bird As he flies on high, His is the scope Of the endless sky. Not for him the fetters Of a world in chains, He soars to the heavens And freedom he gains. How different for me In my cold prison cell, So far from the joys That I knew so well. My wife and my child Are lost and afraid, Alone in the hell My country has made. And this was my crime, That I chose to say That all men are born In an equal way. I spoke as I felt And would not believe The free will of man Was beyond reprieve. But now I am here In a world without hope With nothing to fear But the gallows rope. Weep must I now For my lost ideals As I wait for the dawn When the last bell peals.