Finster Hall

it was here that a boy
once took the steps towards his
intellectual manhood

emaciated and weighed by the
burden of his books
he thrived upon the magic
of words

the place is black and white
the only two colors to choose from
sort of mis-education
apart from what the real world
must be

when he step out from the hall
he did not expect the other colors
of reality
bloody red from the harshness
of the crocodile world
fearful purple
and doubtful grays

the world is at all different outside
the Finster Hall
the man whose life ended upon
the unjust knife of the prisoner
when he was murdered
no one ever helped him
not even the court that is supposed
to hand the judgment of
conviction