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When you get hit by a blast from the past you'll realize you didn't become what you wanted.

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NINE MONTHS

After nine months a baby was born,
And it's name was hate, and it's heart was torn,
never to be seen a smile on the face,
Of the men waiting so long, in this goddam place.

God help the world, if it only knew,
What hate would become, if it ever grew,
Into an adult, and then got free,
To surely destroy the whole world and all me.

For, after the beasts had had their way,
Lied and deceived to lock men away,
The Magistrates, fine, all turned their blind eyes,
It's enough to make prison chaplains all cry!

Month after month they stay on remand,
Listen in mystery over conspired bad plans,
Never allowed one word in Defence,
The legal system, here, just don't make much sense.

So locked up these men, at county's expense,
Guilty or innocent, they sit on a fence,
Awaiting their trials in some distant day,
When men either walk free, or get thrown away.

After nine months inside, away from the sky,
The birds and the trees and the friendships that die,
The children, the life and the lovers won't wait
And innocent and guilty have hearts full of hate

Cardiff Prison 1991 

The Cell

The cell was cold, dark, empty and bare.
The walls screamed to themselves - there was nobody there.
The bars in the window stood firmly and strongly.
The cell was alone, rightly or wrongly.

The door to the cell was locked up tight.
It stayed that way all day and all night.
No-one came in to this lonely cell,
To make sure the walls and the windows were well.

The cell, itself, was just doing it's time.
It could have been your cell, or even mine.
It waited the years just doing it's best,
Wanting for little, but a prisoner guest.

One day, the door was opened, by a man with a key.
Even then this one cell never really felt free.
The warder looked in, said "Is all OK?",
Slammed the door shut and just went away.

But this cell was so lucky, if only it knew,
For amongst so many it was one of a few.
For thousands of others were imprisoning men,
Bleeding their hearts out, again and again

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The cell next door, which was much the same,
One man inside it, I forget his name.
One night the cell door was finally banged.
Next morning the man was found to be hanged.

Cardiff Prison, 1991. 

Inside these Walls

Can't Stand it! Can't stand it! No more at all!
In a Universe so big, I'm just alone and so Small,
Can't Stand it, no more, inside these four walls!
For Love that is Limited is No Love at all!

There's No-one to see, to hear or to smell,
No-one to whom my story to tell.
Somewhere is Heaven, but this sure is Hell.
Crying alone in a Pathetic Small Cell.

I reach out through Letters I sent out each Day,
Searching for Love in a Written-down Way,
Not knowing in here how much longer I'll stay,
There's no Sitting Quietly and no Running Away.

The Walls are so Solid and Lifeless, and Thick,
The World outside them is terribly Sick,
Sleep passes the Time, Please Let it Pass Quick!
Put a Smile on the Face, and Let the Clock Tick.

I'll Stand it! I Stand it! And the Day will come,
When the Time I've spent here will be Over and Done,
And the Walls will collapse, and then who will have Won?
Who'll see how much life inside walls can be devoid of Fun?

This Prison breeds Hate, for the Judge with the Key.
The Man so Upright and Pathetically Free,
Won't Open his Heart and my Door, and me Free 
Back to the World Full of Hate that I see.

But Who can Stand it, I know not of any.
In Company Daily of Sad Faces of Many.
Split from their Lives-Loves and All until when
Their Sentences Pass and Conspiracy Ends.

Can't Stand it? I'll Stand it! And on I will go,
And where will it take me, I really don't know!
As Society insists on it's Pathetic Law Show,
To Lock up the People who just want to Glow. 

Whitemoor, 1993 

Monkey On The Bench

We looked up, at the bench, and there sat a Monkey;
Scratching it's head as if trying to understand.
"Why is there so much crime, throughout my sad land?"

The Prosecutor said "These men here are Evil!".
The Monkey nodded it's head, as if to agree.
"Why should Monkey let evil men free?"

The Defence Lawyer, he said, "I concede naiveté!"
The men in the dock just looked on confused.
The Laws of the Courtroom are daily abused.

"We need more time to convict them." said the Beast in Blue
"It we hunt hard," he said, "we might find us a case,
To lock them away in utter disgrace"

The men, you see, had God's Herb Seed taken,
And grew a fine crop of the peaceful Weed.
A crime without victims, yet men won't be freed.