The Ballad Of Winchester Jail
I would not stand nor raise my hand,
But sat in sullen gloom,
As men in dress and wigs impressed
my vices on the room,
And as my fate was meted out,
Went meekly to my doom.
A sentence of imprisonment,
Was deemed a fair riposte,
For months of social deviance
Four months of life it cost.
To such a place no soul should face,
Or threshold ever cross.
In menace and with gravity,
The transportation came,
To consume me in its confines,
As the jailer called my name,
And once aboard my soul was lost,
I’d never be the same.
The shadows of the prison walls,
Came lurching into view,
And confessed to keeping secrets in,
As high walls often do.
Not only do they keep us in,
The world they keep out too.
If ever should a prison wall,
With windows be adorned,
The casual eye of passers-by,
Should earnestly be warned,
That beastly con they look upon,
Is by a mother mourned.
With scandalous abandonment,
One man bemoaned his fate,
Whilst the warder kicked his polished heels,
Against the heavy gate,
And ushered in us startled lambs,
With smiles swathed in hate.
And once inside the walls, we trod
a path well trod before,
On landings steeped in misery,
Where men were men no more,
But paid the debts society,
Decreed was owed in law.
And on the Sabbath, sat as one,
The Sinner and the Screw,
That each may sin no more we prayed,
Upon the aged pew.
That each might clear his debt with He,
To whom each debt is due.
We slept on beds of solitude,
In shallow fitful rest,
Enveloped by the shadowed bars,
Each cell a morbid nest.
Yet every eye must seek to sleep,
And every soul must rest.
And once in sleep to dream of peace,
Where peace to dream is rare,
Where in that maudlin maze of men,
Foul dirges filled the air,
And how it pains the ears to hear,
A brother in despair.
To listen as a bitter breath,
Is drawn from captive lung,
To every awful sound thats sent,
From sharp and savage tongue,
Thats been composed by broken hearts,
And through a tear been sung.
We should not laud the law breaker,
Nor celebrate his crime,
But how should men be bettered when,
Reform is judged on time,
And calls for penal overhaul,
Requested in a rhyme...
A social commentary and first hand observation of the penal system.
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