Ishaisms, Poetry, Prisoner

THE INNOCENT PRISONER

He walked in kicked and beaten like a street mongrel, smelling of the gutter, bent and frail. Sinned and shamed, he walked in for life - would he reveal his innocence? No, friendship is sanctified. The inmates lined up for the daily broth - men and women of every sort - the murderers, the criminals,… Continue reading THE INNOCENT PRISONER