Conscience
By:
Harrison Chiu
Behind
the iron bars set into stone wall,
There
sits a stony faced prisoner,
Left
in a six by eight cell,
Contemplating
his sentence
And
perhaps his sin
Who
put him in the cell?
If
he did wrong
And
why did they?
Rather,
if he thinks he did wrong
What
did he do again?
In
the lines of his face
Can
they see guilt?
Behind
the flashing lights and blaring sirens
There
sits a weary policeman
Left
a broken, almost-widower
Manning
as many shifts as he can
To
stop the nightmares
Does
he see the people he arrested?
About
his wife’s arrest
What
about their children?
Shackles
not filling empty lives
In
the lines of his face
Can
they see guilt?
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