patriot.

sleep

on dilated pupils

you can see

young innocence

on their small eyes

in the cold of the prison cell—

"child, child!

why are you there?"

'I don't know'—

I am in the closed cell...

what is right,

what is wrong, what are they?

please stop, stop...

I have not fully memorized

a thick book of laws;

you could have read it,

but do you follow?