Serving the Life Sentence

A poem that explores the depths of how we penalise someone for being themselves, how we shun or degrade these unique people yet almost glorify those who are truly horrible or criminal.

Torn apart,

Convicted of nothing,

Nothing other than deciding,

Something has got to be done,

And standing for the right thing.


Is it illegal to do that?

I know it is criminal to murder,

To rape,

To lie,

But I never did such atrocities,

I am not like you.

And I am the one serving a life sentence,

Behind the bars of this so called,

Equal world.

While you roam,


Written on the 29th June 2008... posted on on the 23rd April 2009

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