Political Prisoners: ( Irregular, Broken Sonnet)
Political prisoners are denied
Their rights. They are forced to remain silent.
Weakened by solitary confinement.
They are locked in tight, bleached- white sound proof rooms.
They remind me of weeds on a rockface as
They wait for the scythe. It seems that their crime
Was to speak their 'inconvenient' Truths
To power. Nothing can guide them, alas.
Surveillance cameras view their every move.
Peacemakers are branded as militants.
All is dark apart from crackling light bulbs
Which function intermittently. This dulls
The brain and drains the blood of resistance.
It dissuades the many and serves the few.









