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!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem