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| <title>DHC</title> | |
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| <p align="center"><font size="7">[<a href="http://dhcorp.cjb.net">DHC</a>]</font></p> | |
| <p align="center">(nemesystm)</p> | |
| <p align="center">When you get hit by a blast from the past you'll realize you | |
| didn't become what you wanted.</p> | |
| <p align="center">ICQ#55155478</p> | |
| <p align="center"><a href="mailto:auto45040@hushmail.com">auto45040@hushmail.com</a> </p> | |
| <p align="center">Admin: mail me and I'll tell you what's wrong</p> | |
| <p align="center">NINE MONTHS<br> | |
| <br> | |
| After nine months a baby was born,<br> | |
| And it's name was hate, and it's heart was torn,<br> | |
| never to be seen a smile on the face,<br> | |
| Of the men waiting so long, in this goddam place.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| God help the world, if it only knew,<br> | |
| What hate would become, if it ever grew,<br> | |
| Into an adult, and then got free,<br> | |
| To surely destroy the whole world and all me.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| For, after the beasts had had their way,<br> | |
| Lied and deceived to lock men away,<br> | |
| The Magistrates, fine, all turned their blind eyes,<br> | |
| It's enough to make prison chaplains all cry!<br> | |
| <br> | |
| Month after month they stay on remand,<br> | |
| Listen in mystery over conspired bad plans,<br> | |
| Never allowed one word in Defence,<br> | |
| The legal system, here, just don't make much sense.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| So locked up these men, at county's expense,<br> | |
| Guilty or innocent, they sit on a fence,<br> | |
| Awaiting their trials in some distant day,<br> | |
| When men either walk free, or get thrown away.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| After nine months inside, away from the sky,<br> | |
| The birds and the trees and the friendships that die,<br> | |
| The children, the life and the lovers won't wait<br> | |
| And innocent and guilty have hearts full of hate<br> | |
| <br> | |
| Cardiff Prison 1991 <br> | |
| <br> | |
| The Cell<br> | |
| <br> | |
| The cell was cold, dark, empty and bare.<br> | |
| The walls screamed to themselves - there was nobody there.<br> | |
| The bars in the window stood firmly and strongly.<br> | |
| The cell was alone, rightly or wrongly.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| The door to the cell was locked up tight.<br> | |
| It stayed that way all day and all night.<br> | |
| No-one came in to this lonely cell,<br> | |
| To make sure the walls and the windows were well.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| The cell, itself, was just doing it's time.<br> | |
| It could have been your cell, or even mine.<br> | |
| It waited the years just doing it's best,<br> | |
| Wanting for little, but a prisoner guest.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| One day, the door was opened, by a man with a key.<br> | |
| Even then this one cell never really felt free.<br> | |
| The warder looked in, said "Is all OK?",<br> | |
| Slammed the door shut and just went away.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| But this cell was so lucky, if only it knew,<br> | |
| For amongst so many it was one of a few.<br> | |
| For thousands of others were imprisoning men,<br> | |
| Bleeding their hearts out, again and again<br> | |
| <br> | |
| . <br> | |
| <br> | |
| The cell next door, which was much the same,<br> | |
| One man inside it, I forget his name.<br> | |
| One night the cell door was finally banged.<br> | |
| Next morning the man was found to be hanged.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| Cardiff Prison, 1991. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| Inside these Walls<br> | |
| <br> | |
| Can't Stand it! Can't stand it! No more at all!<br> | |
| In a Universe so big, I'm just alone and so Small,<br> | |
| Can't Stand it, no more, inside these four walls!<br> | |
| For Love that is Limited is No Love at all!<br> | |
| <br> | |
| There's No-one to see, to hear or to smell,<br> | |
| No-one to whom my story to tell.<br> | |
| Somewhere is Heaven, but this sure is Hell.<br> | |
| Crying alone in a Pathetic Small Cell.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| I reach out through Letters I sent out each Day,<br> | |
| Searching for Love in a Written-down Way,<br> | |
| Not knowing in here how much longer I'll stay,<br> | |
| There's no Sitting Quietly and no Running Away.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| The Walls are so Solid and Lifeless, and Thick,<br> | |
| The World outside them is terribly Sick,<br> | |
| Sleep passes the Time, Please Let it Pass Quick!<br> | |
| Put a Smile on the Face, and Let the Clock Tick.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| I'll Stand it! I Stand it! And the Day will come,<br> | |
| When the Time I've spent here will be Over and Done,<br> | |
| And the Walls will collapse, and then who will have Won?<br> | |
| Who'll see how much life inside walls can be devoid of Fun?<br> | |
| <br> | |
| This Prison breeds Hate, for the Judge with the Key.<br> | |
| The Man so Upright and Pathetically Free,<br> | |
| Won't Open his Heart and my Door, and me Free <br> | |
| Back to the World Full of Hate that I see.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| But Who can Stand it, I know not of any.<br> | |
| In Company Daily of Sad Faces of Many.<br> | |
| Split from their Lives-Loves and All until when<br> | |
| Their Sentences Pass and Conspiracy Ends.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| Can't Stand it? I'll Stand it! And on I will go,<br> | |
| And where will it take me, I really don't know!<br> | |
| As Society insists on it's Pathetic Law Show,<br> | |
| To Lock up the People who just want to Glow. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| Whitemoor, 1993 <br> | |
| <br> | |
| Monkey On The Bench<br> | |
| <br> | |
| We looked up, at the bench, and there sat a Monkey;<br> | |
| Scratching it's head as if trying to understand.<br> | |
| "Why is there so much crime, throughout my sad land?"<br> | |
| <br> | |
| The Prosecutor said "These men here are Evil!".<br> | |
| The Monkey nodded it's head, as if to agree.<br> | |
| "Why should Monkey let evil men free?"<br> | |
| <br> | |
| The Defence Lawyer, he said, "I concede naiveté!"<br> | |
| The men in the dock just looked on confused.<br> | |
| The Laws of the Courtroom are daily abused.<br> | |
| <br> | |
| "We need more time to convict them." said the Beast in Blue<br> | |
| "It we hunt hard," he said, "we might find us a case,<br> | |
| To lock them away in utter disgrace"<br> | |
| <br> | |
| The men, you see, had God's Herb Seed taken,<br> | |
| And grew a fine crop of the peaceful Weed.<br> | |
| A crime without victims, yet men won't be freed.</p> | |
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