Black Prison Poem by Naveed Akram

Do not blacken my prison with hatred so greatly admired,
Mighty is the fault so looked at, mighty crimes are in choirs.
The rest of the school is like the people behind bars of white,
Blackness carries a graveness so lined in this way.
Misers collect the pain of systems so bright with gold,
Lulling the sound of water as it stems from the ground,
Roots are abolished from the very heart of the ground.
The head carried fortunate ones, fully established
After the sound so lulled had yet again formed for all time.