Concrete and steel
Join plate and bar,
Lock and key
To render him interned
Whose hope is lost,
Exiled from knowing
Dawn or dusk,
Sun or moon,
Wind or rain
— and aspiration;
For hope abandoned
By a weary heart
Extinguishes the
Precious light of life.
O, despairing soul,
As cold prison’s door
Closes with a
Resounding clang, and
Steel on steel rings a
Death knell for the soul.
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