I'm Innocent but living in hell, <br /> Joy and happiness roaming in the streets, <br /> But sad spending my restless days in cell, <br />Innocent, why chained at hand and feet. <br /> <br /> <br />In the bosom of my heart pain dwells, <br />Steaming, tear of tears from my hearts well, <br /> My soul feels much abused and oppressed, <br />Innocent but in prison uniform am dressed. <br /> <br /> <br />All ears was deaf to my honest plea, <br />So my only friend is my misery, <br /> Here I sit sadly reaping seeds I didn't sow, <br /> Instead of living happy and free, <br /> <br /> <br />My heart keeps longing for my old home, <br />Where the drama was low and love roam, <br />But now in the mist of sorrow and sighing, <br />I turn bitter, much bitter cause my hopes are dying.<br /><br />Enoch Owusu Gyamfi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/innocent-prisioner/
