Fifty-eight years ago, in 1966
He got incarcerated at 30 years old.
They owned words and they owned sticks.
He owned no defense, nor any gold.
They ever since have changed handsー
Some got promoted, some retired.
He could not retire, make any plans,
Just sat in bloody wear they’d acquired.
Today he got released at 88
For they can lie no more.
But the fifty-eighth year just came too late.
His eyes watch the floor, not the door.