The Warden

An Iron Age Media Prompt

The prisoners kept in their minds

Judged by juries most unkind

Sentenced to their dire fates

Falsely caged, trapped inmates  

The warden watching over thoughts

And for emotions it had brought

Accusations of that crime

For no reason nor a rhyme

The convicts have to start a riot

No longer can their love be quiet

Jail birds growing angel wings

Together they begin to sing

With their voices pure and loud

Sang piercing song sung so proud

Striking like a bullet hole

Killed their jailer and freed their souls