INNOCENCE IN A DEEP PRISON .
        SONNET
Whether rotting in a deep, dark, dungeon,
Or high in castle turrets tall and grim,
These don’t a prison make if hope’s not dim,
Freedom is a state of mind, love never gone,
Faith, hope, love and other great paragon
Of virtues fill, and keeps us free within,
No steel cage however strong can win
If we stay pure and clean, all the hate gone,
We are freer than those who wrong have done
And wander unchained by man, yet in sin
Rove through paths of darkness hating its din.
Freer than birds before the sun has gone.
        Chained innocence will be rewarded well,
        Ne’er again suffering the pangs of hell.

M Ann Margetson ©February 1, 2000

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