Prisoner No. 280



The fall was unkind,

landing at your sovereign feet;

You brushed my hair

aside, that I might see

you in dreams, wearing a

Disguise of Resistance


Surrendering, not to me,

I am not the Keeper of Justice

But unto yourself, where

greed hides and mocks

little girls in white dresses


Cruelty of waiting audience

come to bear witness to my

tears; I push my chin out-

My finest moment has come;

I shall be brave and hold courage –

These will be their just deserts



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