“Take him down!”, ringing in your ears,
The cell door SLAMS!!!!
The morning chorus….. awaits….. the new arrival.
“Got Rizla?” – “Got burn?”
“What you in for?” – “Where you from?”.
What’s that in the atmosphere?
It smells like despair.
Tick us some hope!
A journey awaits both the wise and the fool.
Choice is rare. Respect? I see none.
Responsibility is mine!!
David Breakspear, 2019