‘God, I Am Deeply Sorry’: A Poem for the Prisoners We’ve Lost

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To all the prisoners
who have ever spent time away
from the ones they love.
To all the prisoners we have lost
to a system, past,
present and future.
To all
the angry and unheard
whom it broke,
and spat out.
To all the ailments that have
waged unchecked,
while we forgot to eat.
To the person who
has no idea what it’s like to live
as an alleged offender,
to God,
I am deeply sorry.
To all the prisoners
who have ever spent time away
from the ones they love.
To all the prisoners we have lost
to a system, past,
present and future.
To all
the angry and unheard
whom it broke,
and spat out.
To all the ailments that have
waged unchecked,
while we forgot to eat.
To the person who
has no idea what it’s like to live
as an alleged offender,
to God,
I am deeply sorry.
Here’s a little rhyme. As I’m chilling doing time, paying the price for my crime.
They talked to us about our struggles, their words we could not hear, while being condemned and held accountable; our vision was not clear.
Bandyup is a place, where we are a mixed race. It doesn’t matter where we are from, we should support each other as one.