With those whom I am housed, I do not love.
With those who keep me guard, I have no quarrel.
For those who serve me unjust, I do not hate.
Though I long for freedom this cell maybe my fate!
A traveling man with no destination, my luggage is the world’s weight.
Though I sin, am I not human?
Made of desire and flesh, as not the rest?
I am King when I dream, a mere slave when I awake.
Though I travel in place with withered legs,I will march to the light of freedom until my soul leaves this place.
Upon the sun or my death, my pen shall never be sheathed.
I will fight until my kingdom is released from this siege.
Love is upon my heart, upon my mind is peace.
Perhaps, I have changed, pity upon the man who remains the same.
Unaware of its perils, I played a deadly game.
Though my body is caged, my mind is free.
I am Kory McClary!