I was recently let out of jail in North Carolina and this is just a short poem to the guards. (This poem left me with some scars, but I knew it would before I gave it to them.)


Freedom

Take my freedom,
Tell me where to walk,
Lock me down,
But I'll still talk.

Put cuffs on me,
Throw me in my cell,
I'll still be screaming,
You can go to hell!

Seal these lips,
With some caulk,
But never the less,
I'm going to talk.



Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-07-05 at 06:55

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sabereh lotfian
wow! very good colloqated, simple words yet they have so much more to say coming to the beautiful end:

but never the less,
I'm going to talk.

I think real freedom is that you never let evil satiate, well everyone can say I'm free but are we really free? are we?!

Peace :) :)

your friend/Sabereh
2007-07-07