There's not a sound to
be heard at night
'Cause all the inmates
are shaking with fright.
So cold and dark and
filthy too,
No food to eat, what can
we do?
Conditions are
horrendous, I wish we were dead
Our stomachs hurt
through hunger, cold concrete for our beds.
We've seven days of
torture before we're put to death
I wonder what it feels
like, taking your last breath.
The "Hole in the
Wall" is all we've got until it's time to go
"God help us
through these cold dark nights" - we moan so soft and low.
I hope the rescue come
in time, before it is too late
If not this row of Greyhounds
will meet their evil fate.
(Author unknown)
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