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He stares outside the window, overcame by the sense of mortality.
And the night, dark and omnipresent, solemnly acknowledges his inquiry.
Only the heart will know,
the price of freedom beyond the bars.
Only the heart will know,
the piercing pain of a rubber round impact;
and the fear and silence under surveillance lens.
Only the heart will know,
the wordless joy of holding her;
watching her growing abdomen;
holding the wet, precious new lives in his hands;
and raising them;
in a place without gunfire.
And the night, dark and omnipresent, solemnly acknowledges his inquiry.
Only the heart will know,
the price of freedom beyond the bars.
Only the heart will know,
the piercing pain of a rubber round impact;
and the fear and silence under surveillance lens.
Only the heart will know,
the wordless joy of holding her;
watching her growing abdomen;
holding the wet, precious new lives in his hands;
and raising them;
in a place without gunfire.
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And the night, dark and omnipresent, solemnly acknowledges his inquiry.
Only the heart will know,
the price of freedom beyond the bars.
Only the heart will know,
the piercing pain of a rubber round impact;
and the fear and silence under surveillance lens.
Only the heart will know,
the wordless joy of holding her;
watching her growing abdomen;
holding the wet, precious new lives in his hands;
and raising them;
in a place without gunfire.