Blue frozen lips,
Chapped from the demanding frost
Thirst for the touch of sacred water.
White calloused feet,
Firm from touch exposure
Stumble around the jail’s yard.
Red raw hands,
Bleeding from rough contact
Grip the familiar tools.
The orders barked
Taunt minds.
Minds that remember a time-
A time of Freedom
Fresh air, Liberty
Starvation.
For nineteen years time, duty, was served
The nineteen Winters slugged
The nineteen Springs poured
The nineteen Summers sizzled
The nineteen Autumns pulled
The breath of Freedom fills lungs
Launches Hope
Drags into souls that ached
For this moment.
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