Prison Of The Mind Poem by stephen ifill

Yes,
We do know that the earth must turn,
But does it, on time, for men?
Eager to engage the realm of fantasy,
By challenge, the laws of gravity,
Dare rewrite, the course of history,
Descend into the realm of depravity,
Harbour deep within, insanity,
None, on exibition for all to see.

We endowe them with unbridled power,
Ensconce in the highest tower,
Bestowe the greatest honor,
Accolades heap high on the shoulder,
The power of command, the bearer,
Dictates, who comes, or goes, no nearer,
Whose life is dear? Whose cheaper?
On penalty of death, their hour!

Wives, beauties stand at their side,
Queens, they take it all in stride,
Concubines, smiling faces tell no lies,
Painted faces, they do hide teary eyes,
Abuse, it does have its secret vault,
The dungeon, it has long gone,
The prison of the mind lingers on,
The clang of the bell lives on.

What then do we make of men?

October 28 2014(c)