Friday, October 11, 2013

Narrative Poem

The Innocent
The light shined through the window bars
The prison smelled of sweaty men and saw dust.
Beds lined in rows like jars
That contained smelly crust
A man, old and weak at heart
Lays down watching the sunset
Listening to the silence of the night
No more sounds of the bet
No more sounds of counting pay
Days like these takes him back
To a time of violence
He lay there remembering
Hearing the bullets whip past him
The sounds of screaming
From women and children
The two men dressed in casual clothes
With no clue they were FBI Agents
For the men looked like GOONs
So the Natives fired to protect the targeted and innocent
Now two agents lay in the ground
Life gone in all of their being
But one was accused wrongly
The one that killed
Got away with self defense
69 in jail
With heart conditions
Diabetes
High Blood Pressure
And Prostate Cancer
How long will he last?
How long before he is gone

When will he be Free?

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