This one is to people fighting for freedom everywhere.
The Prisoner
I’ve been awake for some time now.
Everything is dark
I’m naked, and cold.
As I move my hands to the back of my head,
I feel it almost instantly, cold clammy wound.
As I touch it, white flashes before my eyes
Trees, sun, wind.
It’s gone and I´m still cold.
Forced! Beaten! Dragged
Like a sack of meat
I’m here now. I hear their voices calling
Outside the cell, it’s me they’re calling for,
I know it.
I can make out no names, but I know.
Cold chains and a blindfold is forced
It’s to dark to see anyway. Dragged again.
My blindfold is removed
Trees, sun, wind!
An order flies across the courtyard
Everything is cold and dark
As I slowly glide down the splintered pole
And reach the wet bloody ground
My last thought is wonder,
How can the sand be so hot,
When I’m so cold?


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