Behind Your Bars Poem by Nkwain Stephen

BEHIND YOUR BARS

I can no longer beg for your mercy
I have lost my right to sympathy
I tried flying above tradey level
Circumstances pulled me to Bermuda pool
My destiny is in your jaws
My soul hovers as it begs jehovah's pardon
Your canines scare me nomore
You may masticate me as you deem fit
I am just a mere mortal
You may use the cold knife on my neck
Nothing new will happen
I am just a mere mortal
And I can only die
I had the heart and the hand for defends
But I choosed to be your prey:
For I knew not how the hereafter looks
And even now that I'm reduced,
reduced to drinking the slush from our latrines, I repent not.
I only pray to be fit for whatever the hereafter demandsP