What crimes he committed, I ignore
He was tried, found guilty,
Put in a detention centre
He was but a child.
He spat at his guards
He was incarcerated
In a solitary confinement cell
He was but a child.
He was put on suicide watch
A hood on his head
On a restraining chair
He was but a child.
He was beaten, three men to a child
When he should have been safe
Tear-gassed, all videotaped
He was but a child.
I keep wondering
How much brute force
Is necessary to curb
The spirit of a child?
I keep wondering
How much abuse
Is sufficient to break
The mind of a child?
The system is broken
There is no doubt about it
When it puts children in detention!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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