Bamboo
River
It
rings its song loud
The
inmates walk by
Whispering
in softly tones
Inside
the corridors
The
polishing of the iron bars
The
ringing tunes in the air
Waiting
for the day
The
shadows have flown in
They
beg they can be spared
Living
in Bamboo River
The
freedom will be denied
But
it never comes easy
The
money talk but short of stay
The
shadows have to go in
Smell
the sweat and tears
Bamboo
River
The
calling in the sleep
Once
the fall is imminent
The
crooks will stay indoors
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