The Dead Poet's Tale

The Dead Poet's Tale, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

from my prison cell
deep down under
a morgue a spiral
stairwell
i shoot the world
outside of people
living in hell
the scorching heat
the fulsome fetid smell
they shit sweat
fornicate
where they dwell
robbed of hope
robbed of dreams
nothing more to tell
a storm fate
unwilling to quell
empty words of poetry
dont fill their bellies
broken beaten shells
refugees against
a rich mans system
they rant and rebel
cry my beloved country
scams corruption is what sells