A Convict Life

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A Convict Life

By Paul McCann

Here in my little cell with no company

There’s no one can hear

and there’s no one can see

the miserable life I have to endure

guilty of a crime ,

no mercy for the poor  .

I’m too young to be living a life like this ,

I’m so far away from the country I miss .

Locked up in Van Diemen's Land for seven years .

A convict life is not a comfortable one ,

punished and persecuted for what I’ve  done.

I rebelled because I’m proud of who I am .

They put leg irons on and I heard the door slam

Isolation in a cell .

no light gets in .

Days pass by without any sun on my skin .

but I don’t know long I’ve been locked up here.

So I’ll just  wait for another month or year.

People like me have no existence at all

God knows I’m ready to go now should He call .

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