Jeremy sits in the sun and he stares at the stripes On the floor from the bars on the door, Thinking of rabbits he kept as a child In a chicken wire cage; he remembers the rage Of his father the night he made his one call; The relative stranger who left him to fall To the mercy of judges with no shield at all. Now he sits and he stares at the punishing wall. Jeremy picks up the crayon he saved and he Writes in the dark and he thinks of the park And the flowers he gave to the girl with the bells. He remembers he smile; it was gone at the trial. Hear the footsteps of night guards patrolling the halls. There are coughers and talkers who don't sleep at all. 'Midst the cursewords and worse words That someone had scrawled He writes her a poem on the punishing wall. Mary, sweet Mary, it's dark and it's cold; It's all of the stories you've ever been told. Keep the jar on the window, keep the lock on the door. keep your mind on the man; keep away from the store. Oh, Jeremy gentle, oh, Jeremy kind As you walk with the thieves and the killers believe That our numbers are growin'; the change has to come. Put resentment aside; don't turn bitter and die
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