Prison Poem by Sina Farajzadeh

Well, I'm in this prison, the jail of life,
I'd suffer this way, with no wife.
The warder talks, he's pink, not black,
Talking good, but bitter, no way back!
We are surrounded, weak and innocent,
Captured with no reason in recent.
Wretched the life is, angry the man,
My freedom is unjusticely going to be ban.
What to do? Nothing!
What can we do? Nothing!
The pink man destroys and cheats,
As the moments pass, my heart bleeds.