Single Chance
I done the crime
I’m paying the time
I’ve been heavily prosecuted
But unfairly persecuted
I attempt to reintegrate
In order to rehabilitate
Nepotism stops me
Yet murderers run free
I’m frozen in place
Officers lie to my face
Blow smoke up my arse
A ridiculous farce
If I ask the question
Why I can’t move on
I’m told to have patience,
More lies, and a con
They hope I mess up
So they have an excuse
But what they’re doing is torture,
Mental abuse
We’re told we reap
What we sow
But that’s not true,
No, no, no
They have their favourites
Who strut all smug
Whilst I’m inferior,
A pushover and mug
All I’m asking for
Is a single chance
But they’re too entrenched
In their hard-line stance
So whilst Tom, Dick and Harry
All move on and move out
For Muggins here, nothing but ambiguity,
Uncertainty and doubt.
HMP Magilligan
2nd Prize Poetry Intermediate, Listowel Writing in Prison Awards, 2018
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