The Big Man stands at my open cell door
“Whit de ye wAnt?” he demands with a roar.
I ask for something I know I’m allowed
“No ye cannae” he growls with a voice, way too loud.

Mr Prison Officer, please tell me why you’re like this.
Why do you provoke? Why abuse us?
You must realise that what you’re doing isn’t right.
Your actions are poisonous, they’re fuelled by spite.

Why be so horrible? Why be a tyrant?
Why be so nasty in a manner so flagrant?
Why be so totally unprofessional?
It’s barking mad, so utterly nonsensical.

The reality is you’re nothing to me.
I can see what you are – a disgusting bully.
You have no humanity, kindness, compassion or care.
Nothing about you is helping us repair.

I get you’re frustrated because you feel you’ve failed
but it’s not our fault you fear your ship has sailed.
So, please, stop and think, for it’s not too late
for you to change – it’s not sealed in fate.

NaN.