A big storm wave hitting the lighthouse
Photo by Marcus Woodbridge on Unsplash

I was creating a new blueprint of an ark
Designed for prisoners and the oppressed
That glows in the dark

I heard the whisper of hurricanes
That will make you bow down to your knees
As I stare through my jail cell window
I see the wind knock down trees
I’m wondering if this prison wall will tumble down to help the oppressed be released

Maybe I’m a dreamer
I wonder which one was the worse
COVID-19 or Hurricane Katrina?

The phones turned off, the lights turned off
And five prisoners lay on the floor
Because they are stuck with a bad cough
The medical department must be lost

A tornado was coming and they left me in a cell
Locked inside chains
Now isn’t that insane?
I now seek refuge in a higher power
When it rains

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Hakim Trent

Hakim Trent is a writer incarcerated in Virginia.