February 2011 upon hearing hard-core criminals were unleashed from jails in Egypt.
Reflecting upon my good friend's iron gate. Embroiled in legally-related matters, personal circumstances already stretched to the limit ~ now a national crisis on hand to boot. The weather's grim
The mood is dim
The stars are quashed
Their light snuffed out
The iron gate stands firm
Embroiled in dispute
Lawyers with tape measures
Staring at the void ahead
Promises cheap
Extortionate in compromise
Police faces shrivelled in scorn
Jailed within their minds
Jet black bars
Designed to shun
Now a welcoming comfort
A shield from looters and grabbers
Weasles of the night
In the morning it lets us out
It speaks not
But with a silent twang
Now a welcoming comfort
A shield from looters and grabbers
Weasles of the night
In the morning it lets us out
It speaks not
But with a silent twang
An iron nudge
Imprints its mark
So when daylight flickers
We know to rush
Back
Before it disappears
Molten
Into its black bars
Of night
An enemy within
An enemy without
So when daylight flickers
We know to rush
Back
Before it disappears
Molten
Into its black bars
Of night
An enemy within
An enemy without
A dim beckoning light
In endless plight
By a see-through iron gate
Discerning not.
In endless plight
By a see-through iron gate
Discerning not.
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