Literature
Chains of Civility
Iron clapped onto each limb, I am tightly bound;
Padlocked, muffled and blind, I lay on the ground.
Defenseless and vulnerable, I inhabit this cold floor;
Like a caged animal, I rarely obtain which I truly adore.
These chains I wear are my own, which are heavy and just;
Clanking as I reach out, they are covered in blood and rust.
My hands shake from dealing with all of my hidden pain;
Yet to others I am a scoundrel, bound under lock and chain.
These chains of civility, when worn, often look like a prison;
But to my allies, no greater possession could have ever arisen!
Like a hermit in his home, I occupy the cell that I will never le