Targeted

Staring down barrel of a gun
Targeted by a system for fun
Scapegoated,berated,castigated the pun
The norm in a prison how they run.

Adjudicated for my stance
They expect me to dance
Fixated as if in a trance
The boil they hope to lance

Mail,property, decency abused
By hypocrites so confused
Not understanding they’re used
Blind, false, imperfect rused.

A stratagem devised over a name
All assume playing same game
Not realising ludicrously lame
To illicit a bit of fame

Not wanted for my past
A big trap they lay so vast
Seeking to catch me fast
To oust me as a last

Case dismissed as a fiasco
A work of art like Picasso
Too hot and spicy as tobasco
My moves eloquent in a disco

To extreme they extend
A falseness they all pretend
A battle to contend
Indication, omen, threaten, portend.

Ray Gilbert

Targeted

George Coombs

Brighton and Hove, United Kingdom

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This is another poem from my prisoner Ray Gilbert. I think most people would agree that moving home is something of a nightmare – if you move prisons as ray had done recently its more than that and here are his refelections on the expeience

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