The accused

Suddenly policemen surround me
standing around me in a circle
with hands taking hold from the back of my pants
handcuffs locking around my wrists and tightening twisting.

heatedly I try to proof my innocence
but the persecutors say what they want to
and look staring at me
that I myself feel the guilt lying on me;

more so when others surround me in a cell
trellis-grate after trellis grate bangs shut around me
and I know that I am a patriot,
from being small walked on that way

but nobody wants to or can bring a charge against me
they just want me to see the might that the police have got.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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