Life of a Prisoner
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Poetry
‘Tis just another day behind the wall.
With musters here and musters there
It surely wearies, one and all.
I sit with friends and chew the fat,
Be it in the pod or in the yard,
It’s our daily lives, and that’s a fact.
We meet good blokes with stories to tell,
Guilty or innocent, it makes no diff.
At the end of the day, we are all in cells.
Morning comes with muster and unlock,
A bite of breaky.
As we all take stock.
Friends depart with occasional tears.
Some head home and some do not,
As some like me, are here for years.
‘Tis just another day behind the wall.
With musters here and musters there
It surely wearies, one and all.
I sit with friends and chew the fat,
Be it in the pod or in the yard,
It’s our daily lives, and that’s a fact.
We meet good blokes with stories to tell,
Guilty or innocent, it makes no diff.
At the end of the day, we are all in cells.
Morning comes with muster and unlock,
A bite of breaky.
As we all take stock.
Friends depart with occasional tears.
Some head home and some do not,
As some like me, are here for years.
Little Rhyme
By Justin
Here’s a little rhyme. As I’m chilling doing time, paying the price for my crime.
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ISSUE NO. 24
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One Day We Will Be Free
By Matt
They talked to us about our struggles, their words we could not hear, while being condemned and held accountable; our vision was not clear.
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ISSUE NO. 24
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1 MIN READ
All for One, One for All at Bandyup
By Ruth
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.
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