There Is No Them
There’s them and there’s us,
and you, my friend, are us,
he said,
and I thot,
he is both right and wrong.
It is simpler to live believing everybody
comes from a place filled with good intentions.
I am an innocent convicted. Within my
constraints I try and sight slights, injustices, as what might make friendships between guards
and inmates, the guilty and the guilty, innocents and guards.
The days and months tick by, I stick to a single
truth:
there is no them.
