Oscar Wilde

To charge Oscar Wilde in this way and to convict And put behind the bars, Into the prison cell As a prisoner Was not good at all For English system of law and judgement. To jail a genius in such a way not at all acceptable Which they did, While dispensing with him, A literary artist of standing, Who might have erred, But the years could have been lessened With a precautionary warning which they did not As for considering his case especially And to our astonishment, He was convicted as a prisoner, Just for loose and unethical morality. Widle, they could jail a genius like you, A budding artist, An impressionist, A subjectivist And a sensationalist, Believing in art for art’s sake. An aesthetician, you too erred In going to the extremes By doing as such And being charged of misleading And the attraction of a boy for a boy Accepted they not in a good sense. Whatever be the flaw of your character They could trace out, But I admire you As for keeping with love The lock of hair of your sister In an envelope as a memory of hers.