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POEM 70

I HAVE ONCE AGAIN BEEN WRAPED IN CHAIN'S
AND JAIL AND FREEDOM WRACK MY BRAINS

I HAVE TIME ON MY HANDS, TIME TO SPARE
OUT OF PRISON BARS I NOW STARE

BACK TO THE PRISON, I WAS ONCE KEPT
BACK INTO PRISON, I'VE ONCE MORE STEPPED

TO A PRISON I'VE BEEN TAKEN BACK
ONCE AGAIN GONE OF THE TRACK

BACK IN PRISON ONCE AGEN
TO DO HARD TIME, WITH HARDENED MEN

MY RAGING HEART IS FILLED WITH FIRE
FREEDOM NOW, MY ONE DESIRE

AS NIGHT BECOMES A BRAND NEW DAY
I'M STILL WASTING TIME, THE PRISONERS WAY

I'M DOING TIME IN PRISON STILL
PLENTY OF TIME LEFT, FOR ME TO KILL

THIS HEARTLESS PRISON I'M STILL IN
IT GETS IN DEEP BENEATH THE SKIN

AND WHEN YOU LEAVE, A PART OF JAIL LEAVES TO
AND THESE WALLS KEEP, A SMALL PART OF YOU

AND WHEN YOU LAY UPON YOUR BED
THOUGHTS OF PRISON HAUNT YOUR HEAD

THESE THOUGHTS OF JAIL, YOU CANNOT RID
THOUGHTS OF PRISON, AND THE TIME YOU DID

WRITTEN BY DAVID KERR 7/3/97 POEM70