Poetic-Verses

PRISONERS OF HOPE I

Amiados amilerendos Simblibados?
Your dry throat smokes
For thirst
Condemned in the hole
The dark dash mud
Or feaces swirl pots of Rome
Or Judah
Or Nebuchadnezzar's home
No more to sorrow plunge
Though it writhes thy lungs
To burst with teats thy soul weeps
Bowed by pain
See the end
When the door will be opened
And you will go home;
Go home before their very eyes
Even those hard jailers