In the silence of darkness I wake... I wake within walls where another man I see - Whom is he?
I wake anticipating the gloom of yet another day... I wake among foes, I exist in dismay - Who am I?
In numbness I walk through halls rife with hate... where harden tears glisten paved ways - Where am I?
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 dawn.
Daniel A. Rodriguez, A.A.I