The Prisoner's Son

by Lionel C. Whitehead

    His dad went to prison,
    From the park that day
    His dad and he had their last play
    He screamed and cried as they took
    His dad away.
    Misidentification ten years later
    The news paper did say.
    His life corrupted, messed up
    Because the system had to have
    Someone pay?

    He went to prison alone with his dad
    A prison of shame and anger
    Build his character as he grew up mad
    The pain within him followed him
    Around, but he never held his head down

    Responding to his dad's incarceration,
    He fought, drank, and smoked dope.
    And while his prison was figurative,
    He was on a path leading to a real prison
    With bars and barbed wire.
    The real deal he told the court is I am
    Dead you all killed me, I just look alive.
    His was not a unique case.
    His family came to face

    But a painful, sad case all the same
    The system had placed him among
    The now generation of prisoners
    Coming from the current generation
    Of prisoners thrown behind bars.
    Without a cause, with out evidence at
    All, accept they was in the wrong place
    At the wrong time.
    The more I study the more I know the
    Justice System had gone blind.
    Sadly, society stands idly by
    As the children of prisoners
    Become the unintentional casualties
    Of the war on crime.
    When their parents Are wrongful locked
    Away and they are left Behind.
    These young children outside
    The wall learn to serve big time

The Prisoner's Son by Lionel C. Whitehead

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