Behind the iron bars
Are shrill voices of hope
The government is triumphant
With the song of illegalities
And those who have refused
To echo the timbre
Have bloated the prison.
It is luck that
They find themselves
On this side
Today the tribunal
Gave its verdict of life Or death
And the reek of injustice
Is all over the air.
From the roll call
The government has won
With decrees of imprisonment
For life Or death
But it is luck
That the iron bars
Are guiding these ones
Otherwise they will scream
Under the earth unheard
Some how their silent voices
Will be heard
And some day their
Popular views pardoned.
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