A holiday shattered, a prison cell unwelcome, by a young man who only wanted a holiday in the sun. Injustice handed out, corruption and bribery given, money in return with hope for a fair trial, greasy palms, all are takers, police, lawyer and a judge on her holy throne.
A son is cuffed,
No one cares, simple boy, take him to the cell, throw him to the cold, cold floor and not a taste of freedom in the air, only stale nights, among the locals gathered there, curled up in shadowed darkness, lost, shivering and sighing, coughing and some crying out loud. Set me free, I’m innocent. No one cares, nobody listens to their pleas, guards are takers of these poor souls.
A son is tested,
No mercy given, pay me boy or no food or water for you today, cough your sadness and blood up to someone who cares, we don’t, not us, we are justice gone wrong, yet power given to rule and be cruel to you, we are the keepers of the keys.
A son is strong,
He lays there on the floor, keeping the faith, that mom and dad will set him free, the system knows how to bleed the foreigners, make them pay, crooked paths, the lawyers, police and judges all walk, they are soul mates, on the take, wanting nothing but more from this boy, a foreigner kidnapped for ransom, for simply being a tourist in a corrupt country.
A son at peace,
Listens to his heart and counting days and nights in solace, the stench, as piss, vomit and feces soak the cold concrete floor, the bars are rusted from sweat beads dripping from the dreads and banging heads and faces against their will. Nothing moves, the lock is set, the key in racist hands controlling minds with laughter through the night, no mercy for these souls. A boy prays alone.
A son released,
The high court corrupted to the core, takes the money sent and laughs in the faces of honest justice never given, let him go, get him gone, we’ve tested his soul and now can cast him out, we won, our country has stolen from the innocence again and again, and we won’t stop, the tourists will pay as we snatch the innocents and make them pay for their lost dream of a holiday in the Sun.
A son is stronger.
Vincent Moore 2017