Jailed Inmate
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Frank Kabangu, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2009
a phylosophical debate, an inscopicious constricted physically damaged inmate.
with every passing of the hour they lower his oxygen intake
he shouts and cries ,growls and mourns in pain he cannot go on longer in this straining state.
when will he die they've already assured him a date.
his stomach grumbles obviously food is his crave, dark is the room the cell they are holding him as omnious as a cave
he refuses to backdown he decides to be brave; queerly it rhymes with his name which is dave
anytime now he'll come to be saved, rid of his pain and given time deal with this hate
no more he can wait, no more he can take, pierced at the rib the pain irritates
question in his head how long should i wait, how much should i take?