FLOETRY:SEAN BELL

They want to confiscate my leg, why?
They want to cut out my tongue, why?
They want to burnout my eyes,
Soul, heart & sprit, why?
They also want my brain, why?
I guess there’re insane, why?
Guess they think I’m insane, why?
My leg, so I won’t march like I’m King.
My tongue, well, I do sound like King.
My eyes, they don’t won’t me to see.
The lies they tell you & me.
My Soul, heart & sprit, well,
That’s the only way to kill me.
My brain, because I’m ahead of this game.
Sean Bell is my name.

MR.STANLEY