The Happy Stars.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

perhaps you have taken Lady
Freedom for granted
so she left you for good. Now

you have to get to know well
with the other Lady
inside your
cell.

She is mean but not that cruel.
She will remind you of the rituals
which you have forgotten.

You have to comb your hair
a hundred times before you sleep.
You have to sleep on a flat bed.

Your view to the world is
limited,
Only through the slit eyes
of those steel bars
can you see the
the happy stars