Bear Protector_A WILD Security Book by Ruby Forrest

Author:Ruby Forrest [Forrest, Ruby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-12-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

I know not whether Laws be correct, Or whether Laws not be right; All that we know who lie in gaol. Is that the divider is solid; And that every day resembles a year, A year whose days are long. Yet, this I know, that each Law That men have made for Man,Since first Man took his sibling's life, And the miserable world started, But straws the wheat and recoveries the refuse With a most malice fan. This too I know—and savvy it were If each could know the same—That each jail that men assemble Is worked with blocks of disgrace, And bound with bars or Christ should perceive How men their siblings injure.

With bars they obscure the benevolent moon, And visually impaired the goodly sun: And they do well to shroud their Hell, For in it things are done That Son of God nor child of Man Ever should view! The most contemptible deeds like toxic substance weeds Bloom well in jail air: It is just what is great in Man That squanders and shrinks there: Pale Anguish keeps the overwhelming door, And the Warder is Despair For they starve the little panicked tyke Till it sobs both night and day: And they scourge the frail, and lash the trick, And scoff the old and dark, And some become frantic, and all develop awful, and none a word may state.

Also, with tears of blood he washed down the hand, The hand that held the steel: For no one but blood can wipe out blood, And no one but tears can mend: And the red stain that was of Cain Became Christ's snow-white seal. In Reading gaol by Reading town There is a pit of disgrace, And in it lies a pathetic man Eaten by teeth of fire, In consuming winding-sheet he lies, And his grave has no name.

What's more, there, till Christ call forward the dead, peacefully let him lie: No compelling reason to squander the stupid tear, Or hurl the breezy moan: The man had slaughtered the thing he adored, And so he needed to bite the dust. And all men murder the thing they cherish, By all let this be heard, Some do it with a severe look, Some with a complimenting word, The defeatist does it with a kiss, The overcome man with a sword!

Each tight cell in which we abide Is foul and dim latrine,And the offensive breath of living Death Chokes up each ground screen, And all, however Lust, is swung to clean In Humanity's machine. The saline water that we drink Creeps with a detestable sludge, And the unpleasant bread they say something scales Is brimming with chalk and lime, And Sleep won't rests, yet strolls Wild-peered toward and cries to Time.

In any case, however lean Hunger and green Thirst Like asp with viper battle, We have little care of jail passage, For what chills and kills through and through Is that each stone one lifts by day Becomes one's heart by night.

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