Childhoodiness

Persecution and tribulation for faith.

What child, barricaded by
These mortal bires!
That’ve besieged all memories
Unable to gaze outsiders in worries
That my moustache self
Must put on the shelves!
Now so childish
In prison, unable to be waggish
Such creed I’ve believed
Cannot escape or ungrieve me!

Author's Note

Knowledge is worth dying for but not all the time