Just after we got locked the fuck down,
faintly in the distance i could hear some
kind of comotion a'gwarn.
As the noise grew louder,
i could hear the guard squarking at the
inmates 'not to play with their lights' or
we'd stay locked down for the whole evening.
I didn't get it.
a large crowd appeard on Pearl Street, blowing
whistles, banging drums, royally kickin' off!
As soon as they're in sight,
the surrounding cells turn into the drum n bass room at Fabric,
complete with their own Turkish operated strobe light.
The crowd below starts to point up,
which sends the strobe into maximum overdrive,
banishing the putrid stench of bordom that had been
lingering in the air like one of my cellies boiled egg
infused farts for the last few hours..
After what seems like about five minutes of pure stroberies,
the crowd below starts to chant in unison..
"YOU ARE NOT ALONE! YOU ARE NOT ALONE!"
There have been a few big cases that have gone to trial recently.
The well-wishers below are most likely here to show
some support to the someone who just got handed a
rather lengthy, possibly undeserved jail term.
Whatever the case may be,
seeing those people standing out in the rain, representing,
doing something positive to instil hope into someone
that has found themselves in a situation as bad as this,
was really cool and heart warming.
It definitely made me feel a hell of a lot better about
being in jail on a bloody friday night.
The last thing that they sang before leaving was,
"We'll be back! We'll be back!"
I hope so.