Prison Poem by Sina Farajzadeh

Well, I'm in this prison, the jail of life,
I'd suffer this way, without my wife.
The warden talks. He's pink, not black,
Talking good, but bitter, no way back!
We are surrounded, weak and innocent,
Captured with no reason in a time so recent.
Wretched the life is, angry the man,
Unjustly caged. Nothing to do nor I can.
What to say? Nothing!
What can we say? Nothing!
The pink man yells and cheats,
As the moments pass, my heart bleeds.