I know this isn't very good but I just felt like writing it, My dad was falsely accused and convicted of a crime he never commited and that is what inspired this poem.
The guard is standing with his gun cocked,
They threw me in here for something I never did,
I'm an old man and my cell mate is but a little kid,
These people are sick in the head,
They don't care how much blood they cause to shed,
The guard throws me something that looks like shit,
Then he beats me because I refuse to eat it,
I'm dropping pounds like the rain falls,
I would try to leave but I don't have the balls,
But see justice will take it's toll,
Yes it will take it in whole.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2006-01-31 at 12:29
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Prison
The room is dark the cell is locked,The guard is standing with his gun cocked,
They threw me in here for something I never did,
I'm an old man and my cell mate is but a little kid,
These people are sick in the head,
They don't care how much blood they cause to shed,
The guard throws me something that looks like shit,
Then he beats me because I refuse to eat it,
I'm dropping pounds like the rain falls,
I would try to leave but I don't have the balls,
But see justice will take it's toll,
Yes it will take it in whole.
Poetry by Justin
Read 513 times
Written on 2006-01-31 at 12:29
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