From Deep Inside

I don't know, I just sat there, in manacles While the warden's assistant worked the tentacles Cold as a dog's nose, shivering My back bare against the stone wall Of a system that drew pleasure from stonewalling I don't know why nobody else noticed it But from where I sat I could see everything They had no case against me and they knew it But they kept buying time to try and break me Their law said nothing about refusal to toyi-toyi I had been consistent in my daily routine Denying them the satisfaction I ate everything the jail provided Sadza and salt, with a glass of undiluted urea And of course a daily dose of torture For information they all knew I did not have The warden's people watching and smiling As if they had an idea what I was in for Today I got another of those visitors Tomorrow I might just cook up a story I don't know, just to catch a break from this But then who's to say what will come next?