With shackles on his feet, he goes days with nothing to eat.
His cries as you land your whip on his back, is not enough to tame your vicious barks.
In a dark room of suffering, he managed to write to you brethren.
But since you deem him guilty, his words were condemned out of cruelty.
You sanctioned him without a cause.
Though all the allegations were false.
You set free the guilty accused and left the blameless one confused.
Your world with laws that dont listen, leading people to eternal condemnation.
It's a letter from a prisoner.
From dirty but clean hands " please hear me now."
YOU ARE READING
IM JUST TROUBLE
PoesiaMy soul is ink waiting to be made into words. My heart is a pen to channel my soul unto paper. And my mind is the human to wield my heart.