Fugitive Poem by Mark Heathcote

Fugitive, you can't leave
You've got to live behind bars
You've got to die behind bars
Fugitive, there's no reprieve
You won't be spared, you won't be saved
Everyone deplores your plea-of-innocence
Everyone abhors how you live
Fugitive, you're depraved, morally corrupt
Don't pretend to cry
Don't pretend to pray
Fugitive, you've got to live every day
The way we say
Fugitive if you don't behave the way we say
You'll be in danger of throwing your whole life away
Fugitive, parole will come when you're dead
Fugitive, until then, you can regret
Every second, you're still alive.
I hope all those jingling keys amplify
How you'll never see another free sunrise
And I can't tell you how much that gratifies me
When I sleep at night in my house
Knowing I've got one thing less to fear
And how much your arrest justifies my faith
Fugitive, goodnight and god bless
Fugitive, goodnight and god bless
Your time inside might teach you not to transgress.