"Home, home!" He says "I'm home!" he says The flame jumps to his lap "Down boy, down!" and he smacks it away The raven dives down to pick his brains But the playful welcoming ends with his sleepy eyes plucked away for tonight He lays his head on the sheet of ice And breaks through to a liquid world when he falls asleep Dreaming
bordered up deaf of word left with the moans of our inmates our smiles hope to get us out our hands motion with reason pointing to our burning hearts for a vision of the other side we stand united, in shackles trudging on the filth of our prisons' foundation till the big man hands over a gun