The Prison

Not asked, I was

Still forced in to

The bars; the cause

Just why? no clue


I pause and stare

Smile, bows and tears

Oh, wow, they care

I blend with peers.


Am newbie but

I learn, I’m taught

Year pass, expert

Dark-web, I’m caught


Is this my home?

Not was, but now

Some go, some come

Greet past, I bow


See clock, it ticks

It’s time for home

The dread, it pricks

“What place?” Shalom


Last step I take

They cry, I’m out

Last breath, I wake

Where am I now?

(Abeerah Biaji Mehreen)

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