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?