In the Backyard

In the Backyard

Now the night is here, above us;

It is rainy, rain I let through my window

Because in the nights I have a trust

While I live like a young widow

Still my home is this prison,

Prisoner is kind of fashion

That doesn’t have a reason.

Still, the reading is my passion.

News I do not care very much,

Rather writing the story of my self,

But I somehow have a hunch

That my story won’t be on the shells

Because the history

That we write over here

Never makes such a story

That is good to be hear

Winner writes the headlines,

Not the prisoners of the system

System accuses it self in our minds

Those are black as a bistre

Like the night without the moonlight

While the rain is falling

In the backyard see the prison-light

How it flashes as it is calling

Only those who are bad or pore;

In the rain it is like a Savior

For us which are without a cure.

Prisoner, watch your good behavior.

2013-10-08 Tuesday morning 4:50