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Lampsten Prison

Lampsten Prison

I have a few suppressed thoughts,

For them- incarnation of devil hearts,

As where brotherhood isn’t real,

Differences are prone to occur, we must bear.

My Dad always said, “one day we will be free.”

I always wondered when,

My kitty never made a sound

But I knew she knew it well.

The world wouldn’t change one day,

These wars, the blood spill, your hatred has no end,

In a crowd of people wherever I stand,

Obscene remarks were all that I did get.

Some of them, they loved us well,

But those who did were too scared,

Others they’d preach me with woods of blood,

And made me long for triumph and harmony.

For once I tried to resist,

I took with me my restless heart,

 He never believed I’d make it through,

And God! He was so damn true.

This is it, this is life,

Each day goes by and Lampsten stands bright,

And people like us; we are skinned and abused,

For our pettiest mistake- birth in this world.

Each day I’d pray to God,

Do let me live a life I begged,

It is the  most sinful world,

Save me from these cocky bastards.

And all of us we’d sing in chorus,

As a symbol of our resistance,

“Lampsten prison, O Lampsten Prison,

Let me go, I am for a good reason.”

After years of brutality,

I shall finally be hanged to death,

With bandits and murderers that surround me,

I am only nothing, but Innocent, is God's honest truth.

All of this, for a petty little sin I was born with,

I regret not the sin, but the birth in such ignoble world.

And as the death waits, I fear none,

For me; I have seen worse.

And all of us we’d sing in chorus,

As a symbol of our resistance,

“Lampsten prison, O Lampsten Prison,

Let me go, I am for a good reason.”

And if it ever comes up,

Long after my eradication,

Tell the world I lived well,

And wait for the society to wrap in distress.

And to more like me, I’ve saved you a piece of advice,

You may die somehow, somewhere end in pain,

To hope you may survive,

Is a sheer mistake.

Who I am it hardly matters,

For what I am is just another form of utter discrimination,

What I witnessed, part of what you won’t believe,

That matters but you will never see.

They did things to us that I can’t explain,

Or maybe I just don’t want to,

 They made us suffer and feel sad pain,

We sat numb soak it all in.

To world no message I may possess,

Like people such, this world I don’t hate,

I understand we need that one little thing,

‘Faith’ that they can never take.

All they want is to change you,

You don’t change; better the way you are here,

We have faith that someday we,

May not take revenge but preach them love.

And all of us we’d sing in chorus,

As a symbol of our resistance,

“Lampsten prison, O Lampsten Prison,

Let me go, I am for a good reason.”