Persecuted
don't throw away the keys,
don't let me rot like this.
time can only tell why?
i'll rather die.
don't treat me like threat,
shackles on more than my wrist.
doing time for the wrong reason,
persecution for the wrong reason.
to weather a judgement;
crucial to the conflict of the inflicted.
many have hung,
stunned and shunned,
the last days were mine to fight!
still pleading up to the last numbered nights.
Copyright © Donn Ronquillo | Year Posted 2012
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