Thursday, August 7, 2008

The Martyr

I’m sitting in
A prison cell
It’s damp, it’s dark
It must be hell

Another life
I did not take
But human rights
I did partake

I chose to march
In a parade
They said dissension
I displayed

I fought for a
They didn’t want
To hear my plea

I’m here for life
It won’t be less
No matter if
I do confess

I’m locked away
And out of sight
But I escape
Most every night

That’s when I dream
About the years
When I was marching
With my peers

My family
So far away
I hardly see

So I’m a martyr
Don’t forget
I never meant
To be a threat

By, Randee Saber 8/7/08