Shakespeare in Prisons II (Field Trip)

 

 

Poems from San Quentin today:

Fair is foul and foul is fair
Wickedness was once now beauty is here.
Tides of destruction wipe the beauty away
Leaving hope where no desolation can stay.

What, can the devil speak true?
Can a salt-spring sweetness spew?
Is my soul as free as the ocean blue?
Like wings from a butterfly fly home to you.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen
So deep and dark despair I cannot dream.
For when I go to sleep my heart calls out
To be or not to be that is the cop out.
To not of myself be willing to give
My thoughts that seem so bright become so dim.

Thou hast it now
Tis a tangled crime to take a kingdom
Should I be loyal to this bastard?
How do I not expose myself?
My soul is lost.

And for an earnest of great honor
Me being in your presence
I cherish your community and add it to life lessons
Giving honor to other truths, can turn a friendship to royalty
Giving birth to respect, admiration and loyalty
For an earnest of great honor.

Thou shalt be king
Though there be none.
Even though you can’t see it
You will have a kingdom.
All hail the ones that follow
You might not feel it now
But you’ll be great tomorrow
Future generations yet to be
Our sons will truly shine
If you only believe.

Each new morn new widows howl, new orphans cry
Tears for children we wish we had.
Words cannot convey the sorrow
Not that we love words better, as you do
But when will Justice prevail?

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