See! Poem by anthony rubino

SEE!
SITTING BEHIND THESE UGLY GRAY BARS,
ARE THE GOOD BAD AND VERY VERY SAD,
EVEN QUITE A FEW DADS!

I SAY AGAIN, ARE MENSITTING BEHIND THESE UGLY GRAY BARS,
AND IN THEIR OWN RIGHT SOULD BE SHINING AS BRIGHT AS THE NITE STARS!

A SMALL, COLD CRAMP CELL,
A SMILE OR EVEN A BAD JOKE HIDE NOT THE ANGUISH AND GRIEF OF THOSE WHO FELL!
I WONDER WHAT TRUTHS, LIES AND STORYS ALL COULD TELL!

AM A OBSERVER NOT AN ACCUSER NOR DESERVER TO BEAR WITNESS TO THOSE,
OBUSED, ACCUSED, AND STRESSED ARE THEE DEPRESSED!

WORDS LIKE COMMUNICATION, INFORMATION, ORGANIZATION, RETALIATION AND REHABITION ALL MEANINGS AND NEEDINGS ARE LOST EXCEPT ONE!
BROTH TO POPULATION BY THOSE WHO RUN THIS THING OF INCARERATION,
AND I SAY AGAIN,
BROTH TO SOME OF POPULATION THIS IS KNOWN TO CAUSE SO MUCH FRUSTRATION!

ANIMALS NOT ANY LONGER KEPT IN A GAGE,
HOW DO THESE MEN NOT FIND IT HARD TO CONTROL THEIR RAGE,
THESE ARE ALL THE THINGS I’VE BEEN PUTTING DOWN LITTLE BY LITTLE ON THESE PAGE!

HAVE SEEN MEN WRIGHT AND FIGHT,
FOR WHAT IS THEIR CIVIL RIGHT!
BUT WHAT IS RIGHT IS WRONG, AND WHAT IS WRONG IS RIGHT.
WHATS UPSIDEDOWN IS WHATIT’S ABOUT ALL AROUND!

LOST IN THROUGHT, THINKING WITH WORDS IS HOW OTHERS AND I HAVE FOUGHT,
WHAT HAS IT REALLY BROUGHT, I’LL TELL YOU WHAT, NOTHING OF ANY SOUGHT!

OBSERVING THE WALK AND TALK OF THE JAIL HOUSE SHUFFLE,
SELL - SHOCKED BLANKS STARES,
NO ONE CARES, NO ONE DARES,
THE STARESARESO BLANK LOOKING AS IF THEY’VE SEEN SOME ONE RUN OVER BY TANK,
SAID IS, YOU’VE NO RANK,
YOU’VE ONLY YOURSELF’S TO THANK,
AND ANOTHER BATTLE SHIP HAS SANK!

BLIND IF I WERE THEN, I WOULD NOT SEE THE GRIND,
BUT INSTEAD TO HEAR THOSE NEARAND TO SENSE THEIR FEAR.
A FELLOW CONVICT PASSES BY ASKING WHY THE TEARS,
I ANSWER FALSELY, REMARKING, OH JUST THINKINGOF A NITE FULL WITH BEERS.
BUT THE TEARS ARE ALWAYS FOR ONE WHO HAS PASSED ON TO THE NEXT,
MY LOST LOVE WHO I STILL HOLD VERY DEAR!

TO VIEW A FEW PLEAD FOR THEIR LIFE SUPPORTING NEED,
ONLY TO BE CUT DOWN LIKE UNSIGHTLY WEEDS,
AND CAST AWAY AS USELESS, UNWANTED SEEDS.

DESCRIPTIVE NO -ONLY SUBJECTIVE AND OBJECTIVE!

SEEN IN FACES AS HAMMER AND CHISEL HAS WORKED ON ROCK,
THE CLOCK OF DOING TIME,
TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK.
I MUST TURN AWAY, FOR I’M RUNNING OUT OUT OF THINGS TO SAY!

BURDENED WITH THESE TIMES OF SORROW,
WE ALL AT TIMES HAVE TO BARROW AND BARROW.
HOW MANY OF THESE AND FOR THAT MATTER,
WILLIEVER SEE THE SUNSHINE OF A FREE TOMORROW!

BUT FOR ME TO COME ONE DAY IS AT LEAST MY GHOSTTO BE,
AND THEN I HOPE I WILL FINALLY BE SET FREE!

TO REJION WITH A LIGHT HAIRED ANGEL WHO WAS ONCE MY BRIDE AND PRIDE!
TO MAYBE SIT AND SIP SOME TEA,
THIS IS WITH WHO I WISH TO BE,
THIS IS ALL NOW I REALLY WISH TO SEE!

THE QUESTION; IS TO BE OR NOT TO BE?
THE ANSWER; I NEVER EXPECTED, I NEVER WANTED TO SEE ME!
BY ANTHONY RUBINO “GHOST”
FOR MY BROTHERS OF SING-SING!