Political Prisoner

Under your wing it's safe they've said. Living in fear day to day, It's much to young to be gray of beard I do not dye my hair. Those in here where they've put me are Here for minor crimes, Mostly for vagrancy and just for being Poor. Should I be given a second chance would I cause such stern consideration twords Me. Which is which I know no more than now. A jail with thick walls and strangely Enough no bar's. We're not criminals, we're not violent Thugs like those elsewhere in here. The judge's, the judge's, the judge's Know a soft spoken word holds dear.