Innocent Prisioner Poem by Enoch Owusu Gyamfi

I'm Innocent but living in hell,
Joy and happiness roaming in the streets,
But sad spending my restless days in cell,
Innocent, why chained at hand and feet.


In the bosom of my heart pain dwells,
Steaming, tear of tears from my hearts well,
My soul feels much abused and oppressed,
Innocent but in prison uniform am dressed.


All ears was deaf to my honest plea,
So my only friend is my misery,
Here I sit sadly reaping seeds I didn't sow,
Instead of living happy and free,


My heart keeps longing for my old home,
Where the drama was low and love roam,
But now in the mist of sorrow and sighing,
I turn bitter, much bitter cause my hopes are dying.