The Prisoner of Conscience
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Manacled chained clamped in a stall
Sun scorching midday skin stripping heat
Questions shout lies whisper brutal repeat
Seeking the truth that he could not recall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
Suicide they said; jumped from the small
Locked and barred window on the seventh floor
Fractures and slashes such signs of ferocity
Tell of untold cruel atrocity
All the King’s Horses and all the King’s Men
Plus the secret police, the death squads and then
Paramilitary sadists, intent and uncouth
Professional interrogators suppressing the truth
Squashing and crushing, intolerable pain
Inserting their slander again and again
Could not put Humpty together again
Well, why would they want to?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment