The Prisoner Poem by Augustus Billy Mutebesi
The Prisoner
These times are hard,
Bitter and sour.
That is all to say I had
At that hour.
These times are hard,
Bitter and sour...
And they pad the locks
And go laughing-
Thinking I want free...
Earth was a throw of rocks,
Dust in form of nothing.
To free is to slave
For time and choice and chance.
Death pads the locks,
And go laughing.
Thinking i want free
Monday, July 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life,meditation,prison,sadness,slavery
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Augustus Billy Mutebesi
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/18/2024 3:25:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
