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
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2016
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