An American Injustice
In the silence of darkness I wake... I wake within walls where another man I see - Whom is
I wake anticipating the gloom of yet another day... I wake among foes, I exist in dismay - Who am
In numbness I walk through halls rife with hate... where harden tears glisten paved ways - Where am
Voiceless... Whether they scream for help or cry ones name, muffled are the condemned - Can you
imagine their dread?
Bereft are the men whom exist in this place... exist to themselves for most forgotten along the way
- Whom are they?
Torturous is this lawless place... where the held are mistreated as slaves: yet to the world
there's pretense that all is okay - Who their keeper?
I write for myself for each case not the same... some men very-well deserve this place...
while others, as I, languish hopelessly misplaced... Another night has come, again to tears I succumb with frail hopes that perhaps tomorrow JUSTICE may
By: Daniel A. Rodriguez, A.A.I