There is a man, locked away. Shackled.
Chilled rusty bars and barb-wrapped fences
apart from his fellow man.
Shunned, unseen and unheard.
Stigmas of a world unknowing of repentance.
Of reawakenings and redemptions.
A walnut gavel, robed fist clenched,
brought down upon hard top of sacred bench,
Its loud knock—a plank walk and a drop.
The man, crestfallen, eyes on toes,
led, tied—wrists...
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