Jailer Poem by FREEMAN DAVID

It is with great sorrow I put waters behind walls
It is with great depression I obstruct the flow of water.
I am a prisoner also though proving to be a bird.

They wear clothes I wear
they see walls I see
they hear news I hear.
All my future they know.
They are even more of a bird than me cuz most of them will leave but I remain.

I see nothing but irons and whirling and grumbling every second but they see the future
A future where they will all be free.
I want to be a jailer no more but a prisoner.