Michael's Story


This is an ode, Ive a story to tell
A tale of a prisoners life in his cell
And all that ensued in his imprisoned world
Take heed to this tale as the story unfurls
An angry young lad, disturbed and confused
Raised in a home where the weak were abused
But beneath the abuse lingered kindness and love
All of what his shattered dreams were made of
A piece of the puzzle that never quite fit
And brutally so, he was punished for it
Weak thought his father, the one he called dad
But no dad would ever have done what he had
The baby for mama, her fountain of youth
With an odd little knack for not telling the truth
A vent claimed his brother, with all of his hate
Youll pay for the blow that your birth dealt my fate
But nobody knew just how much he would pay
For if only they knew who his mind was today....
Fast little kid with emotions in low
He was simply just fine, but he just didnt know!
Why is my daddy always yelling at me?
Why is my brother always lashing at me?
Mommy, mommy, please protect me
Im your baby mommy.... mommy?
Nobody like him, he didnt know why
Was something wrong with the poor little guy?
Was he ugly and stupid and better off dead?
Seemed like all that it wasnt was said
School was the place where embarrassment loomed
8 hour days spent in the classrooms
Soft hearted kid, very shy and afraid
The bigger sheep falls to the bigger wolfs prey
Picked on, rejected, sand kicked in his face
Only could evil dream up such a place
But the big people said hes so smart, what is wrong?
The music is playing, but hes singing no song
So testing is done and the outcome no use
We can find all of the screws that are loose
No wonder he chose the road he had chose
They could not find the answer right under their nose....
Dropped out, doing drugs with the misfit crowd
The only belonging that he was allowed
Then crimes of such nature you couldnt believe
That the face of this angel could so quickly decieve
For he was not an angel, but this was no guise
His face only showed his true nature inside
The handcuffs were on, he was taken away
So often youd think that it happened each day
But just to the precinct for a short little stay
Hes much too young yet, we cant put him away
Then mama would come, bring her baby back home
To set loose again, roaming free and alone
Hes fifteen now, we can sentence him fair
Well put him away for some time somewhere
A youth home for boys is what was in the end
And another but 13 months later again
Where the trusted adults were beating up kids
For every little thing that they did
Then sixteen and finally sent off to jail
The horrors that waited, words only fail
The most evil and inconceivable deeds
Separate by races, united by breeds
They preyed on the weak, whether young, whether old
He hid from their menace and prayed for his soul
8 months of these monsters, 8 months of this hell
Not much to the 15 years in his cell....
Home once again, no more crime in his heart
Ambitions of making a new life, a new start
Slowly at first, but well on his way
Then the dark hammered down on the satanic day
A murdered young girl, a girl of his love
Dead because all that he wanted she was
Caught in the biggest release of his hate
Such a young girl, such a terrible fate
MURDERER! Shouted the masses so high
But it was not me, his one unheard cry
And they sought him to burn as a witch at the stake
This is the last of your sins that well take....
For 6 and some years Ive sat in these cells
But for how many more, I just cannot tell
Will the day ever come that Ill be set free?
Can I be released to society?
I can think ahead only to the following day
For this every night I hope and I pray
I have a wife now, for almost 3 years
The only girl ever to witness my tears
The one I can love because the hatred is gone
For the cost of one life, another lives on
But each new day knocks on widowhoods door
When I exit my cell I know not whats in store
That hatred burns here, just a million times more
And my love is prey to the hatred in score
I dont belong here, please let me go home
These demons are worse than any Ive known
The anger, the violence, the bloodshed, the hate
If your heart is not black, Then sealed is your fate
Physically, mentally, emotionally crushed
Nowhere around is someone you can trust
But here you must be for what you have done
This is the price you will pay for it, son....
My love has grown strong from the love of my wife
Stronger each day as we plan out our life
It helps me to keep all the evil at bay
And push on ahead to the light of that day
The day when my love, without hate, can be free
The day Ill be free, the day Ill be free....







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