Fifty-eight years ago, 1966,
He was arrested at 30 years old.
The other side owned words and sticks.
He had no defense, nor any gold.
The other side has since changed hands.
Promoted, disillusioned, or just retired.
He could not retire or make any plans,
Just stood in bloody clothes he’d never desired.
Today he got free at 88
For the other side can lie no more.
The fifty-eighth year just came too late.
His eyes watch the floor, not the door.