Stone walls keep the people out.

The shackles keep me in.

"Kill the guilty!"

I'm sure I've heard that somewhere before.

Jail buddies crowded me; their smiles were envious.

" In the end, you really weren't one of us."

My face is wet, but is it sweat or tears?

"The guilty never rest"

It began with a lowly friend.

"It is not me, it is he."

What is a world where a man incriminates a friend?