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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