Punishment and Crime
Poetry from Behind Bars
2012©Caroline Doyle
Published by Rainbow Publishing
Smashwords Edition
The Kray Twins
Ronnie and Reggie were born bad
They were feared even as lads
They always got their own way
If they didn't someone would pay
They never did the dirty work
But the business they did not shirk
On their orders men would die
Of their crimes they could deny
As English gangsters they were the worst
Anyone who crossed them would be cursed
From their gang they demanded respect
And it's something they would get
Finally they were caught
And they did appear in court
Sentenced to a life in jail
Was a thing that made them pale.
Both the boys would never be free
Both their deaths took place in HMP
But they will always be remembered
For the people they have dismembered
The Hostel
The Hostel is the place to be
It's better than prison, cos’ you'll be free
If you are good and you behave
A lot of heartache you will save
From your partner you may be separated
But a new life will be created
If you accept the staffs help and aid
A whole new future can be made
Although it will be hard at times
From the darkness you will climb
Who Cares?
Who cares what I say or do?
Who cares if I’m down or blue?
Who cares if I’m alive or dead?
Who cares if I’m mad in the head?
If the rules I do obey,
They’ll leave me alone every day,
There’s only one who cares for me,
And by her side I want to be.
My family they don’t care for me,
They don’t care that I’m not free,
They don’t care if I live or die,
Just as long as I’m not close by.
A new life I will make,
My new love I’ll not forsake,
For where ever I do abide,
I want her there by my side.
The Yard
Exercise one hour,
Out upon the yard,
From three to four daily;
Oh, our life is hard.
There is nothing out there,
But to sit and talk,
If you have some energy,
You can even walk.
Round and round in circles,
Or sitting on a seat,
The fresh air we’re getting,
It can not be beat.
Even when it’s cold and grey,
We are taken outside,
Only when it’s raining,
Can we stay inside.
It is our only exercise,
Just one hour a day,
And only if not working,
Can we go out and play.
The Courtroom
Sitting in the courtroom cell,
I am going through sheer hell,
Waiting for the usher to call,
When I’ll be taken down the hall.
Then in the courtroom I do sit,
I feel as if I have been hit,
Listening to all the judicial talk,
I wish I could just take a walk.
I’m here because I must put in my plea,
So I know I won’t go free,
Lt’s back to prison I must go,
To carry on with my brave show.
I’ll be back here in a few weeks,
For sentencing, I mustn’t be weak,
It’s hard when you are on your own,
But any weakness can’t be shown.
I know with strength I will survive,
When I get out I know I’ll thrive,
For you will then be by my side,
And our love we won’t have to hide.
Christmas In Jail
It's Christmas day once again
I'm in residence at HMP STYAL
With so little time for recreation
You won't see much of a smile
Hours upon end spent on my own
When I want to be with you
I'm feeling oh so lonely
And without you I am blue
I am sat here listening
For the key in the lock
For that means my darling
My way to you is not blocked
In my arms I want to hold you
Right throughout the day
One day I know my darling
I will get my way
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