Voice from the Gallows
I am a prisoner
Arrested, thrown in gallows,
For a bread I stole to cure my rioting stomach;
And since the beginning of the world, I have been in the gallows.
Right here I want to see that day,
When I and that Governor who stole a State will be in the same prison.
When my mother and that Senator’s wife will visit same clinic for child birth,
Why do she go London
And my mother in the local?
When will my country’s president falls sick and will be treated at one General hospital here just like my father?
Why must he go London for it or isn’t here good for all?
When will my brother work in that office that fits him?
Why is justice only for the rich and the poor are victims?
I am a prisoner in the gallows since Adam
And I want to only why it is all so.