“Honorable Prisoner” by me and my english groupmates

When I was a juvenile

My freedom was hastily cut short without reason

They confined me into a cell

With bars of responsibility

Concrete walls of hardened discipline

Shackled to my duties as an honorable prisoner

I broke out with the tools of revolt

As if they were righteous

As if they possessed infinite wisdom

Only I hold true knowledge

Or so I thought

I have served my time twenty-one years past

My old beliefs replaced with the understanding of my captors

Practicing their rhetoric

I am now the warden in the eyes of my own

Making sure they serve their sentence