“I am incarcerated, in these dark walls
I see nothing, coerced to smell
Filthy, dirty, plagued floors
You caught me by my collar
Dragged me to these walls
Which I won’t call a “place”
Some days ago
Just the sore words I whispered
“We Want Freedom!”
You will whip me, torture me
For your religion is ‘shoot to kill’”
—As I Die by Jasim Hamid
