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ISSUE NO. 6

December 2024

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Poetry

The Cell

By

Rossco

Rossco writes from Loddon Prison in Victoria.

Jennifer Grismer for Unsplash

Come in and take a seat,

At long last we get to meet.

I know you are here for committing a crime,

So let’s you and I do some time.

I’ve got something I’d like to say,

I will see you change from day to day.

The thoughts you will have, the things you will feel,

I will be there for your every meal.

You will feel some sadness, and you will feel alone at night,

You will say, “I wish I was home tonight”

Make the best of the time you’ve got,

And let’s hope that it’s not a lot.

One day we will part, “Yes” you and me,

That’s the day they set you free.

I’m sure you want to know my name?

It hasn’t changed – it is still the same.

We are both together in this man made hell,

Glad to meet you, I am your “PRISON CELL”

Come in and take a seat,

At long last we get to meet.

I know you are here for committing a crime,

So let’s you and I do some time.

I’ve got something I’d like to say,

I will see you change from day to day.

The thoughts you will have, the things you will feel,

I will be there for your every meal.

You will feel some sadness, and you will feel alone at night,

You will say, “I wish I was home tonight”

Make the best of the time you’ve got,

And let’s hope that it’s not a lot.

One day we will part, “Yes” you and me,

That’s the day they set you free.

I’m sure you want to know my name?

It hasn’t changed – it is still the same.

We are both together in this man made hell,

Glad to meet you, I am your “PRISON CELL”

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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Mother

By Biannca

What did you see when you looked at me? Just a little girl, I had no voice, you kept me down without a choice. You gave heartache and pain, said I was your endless shame.

Creative

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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.

Creative

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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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