No longer silent

Inside these prison walls,

along corridors of steel

with silent echos in the halls

are men of emotion who must not feel.

Men who must harden their hearts

who cannot afford to weep

Keeping body and soul in different parts

so they can their sanity keep.

Men in brown with flashlights bright

shine their light into taring eyes,

eyes wide open dreaming of flight.

Eyes wide open, screaming silent cries.

Are all responsibilities of the moralist ended?

Will "We the People" continue beaming?

Will confining injustice remain untended?

When no longer silent is the screaming!

Tim McCoy

1987