A Call to the Spirit

The devil melted your heart of gold
Incarcerated poets  
You sit in silence  
To contemplate the sorrow    
And yet your hope longs  
To leave your prison cell  
To finally have the iron door opened  
To abandon your bed empty  
To leave those four walls behind  
To sweat on their own  
To walk the yard one last time  
And to be finally on the other side  
Of the tall fence crowned with curls  
The constantina wire  
With its double-edged razors  
That have not tasted blood  
Yet cut men to their souls  
You desire to walk    
Into the brightness of day  
No longer to be abandoned in silence  
But to return with strength  
To find what you need  
When it is not given to you  
In prison the only thing  
You have plenty of is time  
Time to build something  
From nothing  
To build whole cities  
Inside of men  
Fear was your reaction  
But courage is your decision  
Is there anything left  
For you to stumble over?  
Blessing what needs to be blessed  
And killing what needs to be killed  
To these poets, victory is within reach  
For they now know what counts  
More than the days confined  
Chalk dust chokes no more    
I call to your spirit "Write"
Free yourself!