The Convict
What was done to be taken from fun?This person, did it rape, did it kill someone?
Was there in evidence a loaded gun?
Is life never really not faultily done?
Unknowing the sex of this Offender
And what was the Writ
I'll refer to this person
Only as 'IT'
Sentenced to years in prison for some dreadful, horrific act
The plead was not guilty; as a matter of fact
Confined and pent for years to come
Will 'IT' repent for the things which were done?
Will 'IT' feel remorse
Make a change for the better
And regret past conduct
As 'IT' writes sad letters?
Now haven been taken from a life which was free
To a cell transported; away from the Sea
Many years ahead 'IT' will have to remember
The awful things which were done that September
In a world filled with choices
Why do some portray this way?
Was it in the mentoring stage of life
Where they began to stray?
The Parents, the Teachers
They all played a part
In cases they were absent
Away from the heart
In other situations it's plain to see
They gave all they could muster, they gave all they could be
But giving is based on learned Reality
Realities of the Mentors was a basic key
Education and guidance will be there for some
And be viewed just as 'Riddle' for a child overcome
Due to lack of guidance; understanding what's true
Overcome with Acquaintances; to do as they do
We are our own company
We are the company we keep
We can be shallow or strong
Effective or weak
'IT' will either be released on day
To start life a anew
Or die in confinement
As so many do
I ask myself this question, And now I ask you
If this person gets out
Will 'IT' have a Clue?
Will 'IT' have a clue of the right things to do?
For now it's a question
For now I ask you....................
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