Open-Prison Poem by Kobby King

Young love unwillingly parted
the harsh reality of a 'third world' economy
the cruel reaper of many joys

as they sat face to face
strenghtening each other with their fading energy
and the unpromisable assurance of a strange distance future's hope

they sat hand pleedingly holding on each other's hand
multiple streams of tears flooding
tis the last night till the future's re-union

faced with a choice of two yet soo cruel
they must part with hope of survival
or together be and die in each other's arms

now lovers parted for no crimes committed
sitting each opposite ends of a milion mile line
young lovers imprisoned distants apart by their home economy