Saturday, August 11, 2007
Theft Is Not Death
God is the one who tells us all is well,
That the genius has command over the cell
That is inhabited by a prisoner of zeal
From the political upbringing that can steal.
Theft is not a spy to be put inside,
Always to suffer a burden beside,
Which is the chain fixed to a wall
The one made of stone and very tall.
The towers of this prison-place are very strong
And do not have escapees or intruders who are wrong.
The towers are also with cells, too many bells,
Worse than the chiming ones of a church that impels.
Cell mates are fed with worms and torture,
With much hatred and darkness for the abuser
Of the system of prison, the distressed position
Of a man, not a woman, who was given a decision
By the Judge who shall harm him
And execute him by hanging the grim
Man, not woman, by the neck until death
Has managed to take away his breath.