The Prisoner's Lamentation

Crime is fun, was what we thought. But, that was then; days not caught. For now it burns! Cos it’s now, in court. We are behind bars, For the fruit of our own bad. Left to suffer, By just one order. One day here, Is a day off care. Running here and there, With a great fear! Living on little hope. For who cares you are hot or cold. Hard work and expect no pay. And no time for our jack to play. Only little bothers, On our affairs matters. But many wonders. Why we choose the bad quarters! Our ungodly life, Started from telling lies. Selfish interest. Was our ruling vice. As democracy, Belongs to the outer world. Autocracy, Rules our own mini world. If I had known, of this stay, Or told, I would be here today, I would have repented without delay, Even though, I’m to live on decay! The day I’m free from here. Whom can I approach among my peers! Since my news has been on air. And lovers are ashamed, crying out tears. I’m but a Warner. To those who are Robbers. Or, are you happy being a Murderer? Repent now, and never go further!