Break Our Spirit

I write from here where I am kept. I write from here where I have slept. However, shake not your head and wonder. For being here was not a blunder. I’ve walked the world with my head held high. Thus it will be the day I die. Freedom granted, freedom given. Some man trying to do my live’n. Yes, a joke for them who so see. For freedom lives inside of me. Not a gift for them to give. But mine to claim by how I live. Prison is your thoughts and life. Not four walls and senseless strife.