Shackled, When I Should Be Free!



Black men incarcerated

I get by on a wing and a prayer
and if you believe that, you’re a fool.
There are no Angels to help me out,
I’m just the subject of ridicule.

I’ll never get a moment to shine.
For in purgatory, I am stuck.
What did I do to deserve this life?
When I was born, I was out of luck!

I am the biggest fool there is,
thinking of brighter days ahead.
As I fight to stay alive,
and walk among the dead.

How many people give a damn
for a body in need like me?
Confined in a six by eight and
shackled when I should be free.

For thirty years, I’ll be in here.
It’s called the ‘war on drugs’.
And though liquor is their vice,
they turned us into thugs.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

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