17 June 2012

My Kind


My kind never forget

Where we come from

Who, or what, we are

We know the story

Of how hard it can be

Just to get by

In this cruel old world

What it takes to survive

And still have a little faith

To spare on those rainy days

When your soul feels heavy

And you’re going nowhere



  1. Unconventionally direct view of one class of prisoners after another being admitted to a higher level of the prison labyrinth to serve the hierarchy

  2. Never forget the slavery, the drudgery, of an ordinary life.