Whatever they do
They will lose
Whatever they try
Wings won’t fly
Kept in their place
A jury they face
These prisoners all
Awaiting judgement call
They’ve done nothing
Political playthings
Dirty and dishevelled
They rot in hell
Some forgotten
Left and rotten
Falling deeper
Beaten by their keeper
Kangaroo court
Bounces their law
Death to all they say
Entertainment for the day
As the noose tightens
The boy is frightened
The door opens
The fear spreads and ripens
Political prisoners all
Run by greedy fools
Forgotten by the rich
The poor always hit
Always the way
Going back to classical days
Never forget these souls
Who rot in terrible holes
For these are the
Damned and the dead
*Dedicated to all those in prisons everywhere who have done nothing wrong except try to live under a regime with shackled voices. Thoughts are always with you all.
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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