Thousands of prisoners are in Cebu Jail
Many of them had committed crimes for hell
But how will you judge their wickedness?
Now that they can even wipe away your tears
They’re all well- known with their superb talent
They marvelously dance for your entertainment
I’m sure they will refuse if you go and bail them
They might even invite you to join their fame
Government and church officials once visit them
Gracing their electrified dance full of rhythm
Cha-cha, LA walk and all steps name them all
They perform all amazingly at the prison hall
All the families and relatives of those prisoners
I’m sure they’re also proud on the other corners
Watching them with their various dances in youtube
Victims of wrongfully imprisonment you may conclude
Nov. 5, 2012
Fifth Place
Contest: Wrongful Imprisonment or Sentenced
Contest Judged: 11/10/2012
Sponsor: Poet Black Eyed Susan
Note: They are all prisoners with different cases( grave or not). They are now known as Cebu Dancing Inmates. They are trained in prison to dance. You can watch them in youtubes by searching, Cebu Dancing Inmates.
Shackles chafe wrists ruby.
Bars break-up summer skies.
Sentries snub a pained plea.
“I’m innocent” chained cries.
I grew up with my little sister, Betty Anne Waters
Until conviction took me away in 1980, for a murder in our town.
Which, I would never do! Betty wouldn't let me stay, and wouldn't believe.
She got her ged and many years of college. Passing the bar!
Bringing out evidence from 16 years. Losing her husband and children. Losing everything for, Kenny. Her only brother, my only sister. She won to set me free in 2001.
Betty showed the world, I was a wrongfully incarcerated brother.
The sad part is I died, six months later, enjoying whatever little life I had left.
So I leave this poem to show, my Betty, I appreciate everything, and
give you my last thoughts. With a kiss. Love Kenny!
A wrongfully incarcerated brother.
His word against the witnesses. The jury must decide.
Whom to believe, the question. They voted he had lied.
Locked up behind steel bars, to be left there for his life,
He lost those he left behind, his children and his wife.
He professed his innocence. His denials never wavered.
Whenever he made an appeal, it was stamped unfavored.
At long last he quit trying, accepting his sad fate.
He tried only to stay sane, not to be consumed by hate.
He wished they’d executed him in dreaded electric chair.
Dying would be much better than this life so hard to bear.
After twenty years, his innocence was proven by DNA.
It was an aged and broken man who was set free that day.
He left with his few possessions but he didn't know to where.
im not here but im gone
im like that 1 acid trip that horribly went wrong
the volcanic ash in your lung
a nightmare in the making
a infection in need of a scraping
the bugs are out of the hat
an the cabbage in the drawer went bad
the deer is stale an vercitile at that
ill leave you were you belong standing, next to the trash
you broke it you buy it as if this was true
i gave you something stronger than the mountains
an you sent it back mumbling about glue
like a car accident and the window only bent
bittersweet like the remorse of winters end.
its all cause you left me...wrongfully errect
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