Jailer - Poem by FREEMAN DAVID
It is with great sorrow I put waters behind walls
It is with great depression I obstruct the flow of water.
I am a prisoner also though proving to be a bird.
They wear clothes I wear
they see walls I see
they hear news I hear.
All my future they know.
They are even more of a bird than me cuz most of them will leave but I remain.
I see nothing but irons and whirling and grumbling every second but they see the future
A future where they will all be free.
I want to be a jailer no more but a prisoner.
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