Galway Review 8 - April 2020

Heider Broisler viii
Poems Between Bars
The pain of the sentence still pulsed when
The cell door closed carrying far away
The dream of hope that deludes the helpless.
The insignificance of those who have always been
wrecked
In life, did not enchant the frivolous Judge’s eyes;
Empathy and segregation inhabit in the same space.
Affliction is immeasurable even to those who build
Their stories in foul-smelling places full of
Desperate and smiling ragamuffins;
Freedom is the only food of those who have nothing.
Black and White (men and women) of the jury
Did not sensitize with the evidences that should have
thrown the
Innocent back in the abandon cold streets
Defaced by invisible individuals (undesirable) in the
eyes
Of those who did not sank under the game rules.
Prison chooses no friends:
Concrete walls hurt more than indifference.
Violation to an innocent is the worst of all miseries.
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