Nine years gone now
Confined to this cell
A torture chamber
With a view of the sky
These walls are cold
And poisoned thick
A toxic shelter
Where men go to die
I could not escape
All things considered
I had to survive
The gun to my head
Making the best
Of life in a window
Learned to be thankful
For being not dead
Now I’ve done my time
Did all of yours too
My code of silence
Let you walk away
But I paid the toll
With years of my life
How could I forget
What happened that day
Of course it’s not over
Been hatching a plan
In case I survived
Your cage of abuse
All in good time
Your justice will land
And wise would you be
To mind your caboose
-Rondym Kiefe