The Prisoner's Song - Poem by Hannington Mumo
Alone I lie upon this cold floor
For they say I was found on the wrong side of the law;
I’m cut from kith and kin,
Though I’m sure I’ve done no sin.
Fettered by chains I do not deserve,
I say my prayer to God above;
If I had the grit and valor,
I would easily convince the jailer
That I’m an innocent man,
And free I would walk in the soothing sun.
But because no one would ever believe me,
For many years I’ll in this prison be
Until the end of a time I don’t know,
And fate must be both my friend and foe!
How I long to be free some day!
When justice shall have its way,
To end my wailing and woe,
And bid all this gnawing suffering go!
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