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Oct 2024
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com


                                 “Tell Them to Let Me Go!”


    For those who live in a land of great darkness, a light will shine

                                                   -Isaiah 9:2


While waiting in the dark for an escort to the gate
To the prison gate, to the parking lot
Beyond the moonlit coils of razor wire
A Voice from a darker place cries to me:

“I’M TIRED OF THIS *!

I’M TIRED OF THIS *
!

I’M TIRED OF THIS **!

Hey, mister!”

Self: “Yes?”

Voice: “Tell those people to let me out of here!”

Self: “I will, but they don’t often listen to me.”

With wry and ancient humor the Voice laughs.
The machine botched the formatting, but let it stand as is.
Written by
Lawrence Hall
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