Poetry

Monday 3 September 2018

These prison walls

We were born in a prison
Locked inside
Between our mother's womb
And our father's dark side

We come out into the sun
Fresh and screaming with life
To be put back in the prison
One of toil and strife

I was born in a prison
The walls were high and wide
I could not look over the other side
The Prison of Pride

I grew into my prison
And the bars began to rust
Sometimes the rains came
Dissolved the bars between I and Us

But between the lust and the trust
They were my jailers
My torturers too
One put me on a crucifix and nailed me there
it is true

The other took me down, pulled me apart
Examined my entrails and my heart
Then they called me an animal
And sent my soul to the zoo

I was born in a prison and there I will stay
From the first breath I take
Until the final judgement day

Tell me what it's like on the other side
Is the grass even greener there?
I can see it, but can't touch it
Lord knows how hard I've tried

Try to tame eden
You put a wall round paradise
Try to break even
You only end up breaking your eyes


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