Doing Time

by Travis Eulo, New South Wales

It started on the outside world
We do these crimes,
Behind these brick walls
We do our time.

These days are long
They are cold,
In this prison there's nothing
We can hold.

Our brothers doing years
And life is hard,
They see their faces
On dirty little cards.

With prison guards
On their backs every day,
They don't care
They're the ones who get the pay.

We wait for our days
To be set free,
On the outside world
Is where we want to be. [1]

[1] Koori Mail 482 p.23