Unjust Walls

No need for a clock when time means nothing Hours,Days,Weeks the lengths are all the same on Robin Island the only measurement is injustice which has been a while these 4 walls have seen me age , my name Mandela My walls are my home , but they are there to keep me in My view is pleasing to the eye yet will not set me free My crime to speak of freedom , my name Aung San Suu Kyi My walls are made of wire I'm on a Caribbean isle and over look a bay My days are filled with cruelty and silence there's no escape for me yet I can remember omaba say he would set me free I go by many names but freedom stolen fits today . comp entry 22022016