After Arrest No Rest

The time the mind has no second’s rest Because it, too, is under arrest. Actively, lips join the protest, One’s patience and temperance on test… Not unlikely a heaving of chest And the more scenic beating of breast, No cell room a mirror of safe nest: Not where one stays and one impressed… No guarantee captive won’t be slapped And the innocent through some speech trapped; As many chances of one being kicked By another who had sweet lips licked… From the handcuffed some things would leave Over a dented image I’d grieve… A time to know how famous one is: Ears waiting to hear “Release him, please!” Wrested from the arrested is rest Victim no longer wears his crest.