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
Democracy
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
Remembering
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
