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.
Copyright © May Fenn | Year Posted 2015
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