Silence in my cell alone
\nTo have and own free will
\nTo whistle and to blow the sounds of freedom
\nAnd to still
\nMy sleeping restful mind
\nInto a sweet immunity
\nSurrounded by the murderers
\nWhose faces Just haunt me<\/p>\n
I possess my badge of honour
\nMy living space so small
\nMy health has somewhat left me
\nI have so few to call
\nI feel so dreadfully lonely
\nI have a weight of fear
\nAll my rights taken away
\nOf that fact I am clear<\/p>\n
Belmarsh is my prison
\nLocked up night and day
\nFreeborn once I felt that
\nNow what can I say
\nSubjugated widely
\nEnslaved for Who I be
\nTotally disadvantaged
\nAnd coerced constantly<\/p>\n
Hidebound and unbending
\nI am shackled and am sore
\nConfined incarcerated
\nAnd very very sure
\nMy keepers are all pale faced
\njangling their keys
\nNot a smile amongst them
\nPolitical p lease<\/p>\n
My health is far from easy
\nMy breathing far from free
\nI think if they could take away
\nWater and air from me
\nThey would
\nThe truth is violence
\nAbandonment is here
\nAnd all I did was tell the truth
\nKnowing the creeps were near<\/p>\n
Democracy is not a word
\nThat really comes to mind
\nHonestly and probity
\nAre not subjects you find
\nIn this abandoned station
\nExcluded from it they
\nare smothered by the evil
\nBy the parsimonious way<\/p>\n
That I am being treated
\nDevoured of any charm
\nCovetous and ungenerous
\nThey really mean me harm
\nAnd in this general stupor
\nWhat am I to do
\nTry to be more tolerant
\nAnd think each day of all of you<\/p>\n
Who care about me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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