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

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Freedom, Ishaisms, Nature, Poetry, Prisoner

The Innocent Prisoner and the Tree

Many a time, in dark and dreary hours, did the innocent prisoner sing to it his serenade- looking out upon the oak tree, in the meadows, staring longingly at the raised branches of his only comrade. Oh yes, he had been lost and lonely, his heart full of sorrow- borne by him only, And he… Continue reading The Innocent Prisoner and the Tree