I did not write this poem but it was entrusted to me while i was imprisoned in HMP Pentonville in 2010 by my cell mate. The author of this poem is not allowed to post this due to the nature of his charges as they are for religious reasons. He gave it to me on my release to show the world. May god make his time in prison easy for he is innocent of crime and has never hurt anyone. He is currently on remand till July 2011 for trial. He's looking at doing 10 years if he sells out or Life if he does not.
The door closes, im locked away
But my heart is free; all night, all day
With family and friends, with those whom i love
My heart finds rest, with Allah above
My weapon a pen, not a sword or a spear
It is the reason, why i am here
My principles and beliefs, i can not deny
The oppression can make, a grown man cry
But it's not the prison, why i shed tears
Even if i were, locked away for years
It's the children in Iraq, that have no mother
Young girl lonely at night, with no one to hug her
It's the tortured man, not knowing where his wife is
American kidnappers say to her ''just give us a kiss''
Leaked abu ghraib photos, for the world to see
They torture our brothers, with passion and glee
The death toll rises, more and more
TV ratings boost, for 'shock and awe'
The media are like Nazi Propaganda specialists
But if expose them, they label us ''terrorists''
Genocide of our people for imperialist aggrandizement
Then they blame us when we feel disenfranchisement
Uncle tom says ''don't take the weight of the world on your shoulders''
It must be the apathy making their hearts grow much colder
There must be something, that i can do
So on the day of judgment, i can say '' I helped you''
But we live in a police state, so what can i say
The door closes, I'm locked away
By Bilal Zaheer Ahmad - 16/01/2011
HMP Pentonville B-wing Cell:409
The door closes, im locked away
But my heart is free; all night, all day
With family and friends, with those whom i love
My heart finds rest, with Allah above
My weapon a pen, not a sword or a spear
It is the reason, why i am here
My principles and beliefs, i can not deny
The oppression can make, a grown man cry
But it's not the prison, why i shed tears
Even if i were, locked away for years
It's the children in Iraq, that have no mother
Young girl lonely at night, with no one to hug her
It's the tortured man, not knowing where his wife is
American kidnappers say to her ''just give us a kiss''
Leaked abu ghraib photos, for the world to see
They torture our brothers, with passion and glee
The death toll rises, more and more
TV ratings boost, for 'shock and awe'
The media are like Nazi Propaganda specialists
But if expose them, they label us ''terrorists''
Genocide of our people for imperialist aggrandizement
Then they blame us when we feel disenfranchisement
Uncle tom says ''don't take the weight of the world on your shoulders''
It must be the apathy making their hearts grow much colder
There must be something, that i can do
So on the day of judgment, i can say '' I helped you''
But we live in a police state, so what can i say
The door closes, I'm locked away
By Bilal Zaheer Ahmad - 16/01/2011
HMP Pentonville B-wing Cell:409
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