A Poem wrote in prison. Also the last page in my Novel "Rest Stop"

Subject: Yours to choose YOURS TO CHOOSE Be timid, don't fight Take shit not right For the lamb sheds its wool to clothe Kiss ass, buy time Look ahead, not behind For what tomorrow brings, you mold The lion can't survive inside a cage For trapped, he is no longer king But never learning to give up his rage Will mean never hearing freedom sing The man plays with cards stacked If you gamble, you have to lose You are alone, and his game is backed The lion or the lamb, it is yours to choose Be wise, not quick Be smart, not slick For the lamb, Will again Have his wool.