poem: The flowers that cover the cell by F. Isci I am imprisoned in a cell the leaves grow around my house closing and burying me inside I am struggling for the air of freedom My heart is crying to heal those gifted hands I seek to make those dying alive and free from sickness My heart is crying to speak the gifted voice to reach and set free the innocent who was once chained from the bars of injustice. My heart is crying to create the gifted eyes that sees the beauty of nature and life painting a canvas of many stories Someone please come and save us take those briers out of our houses and collect the flowers and place it upon the soldiers head for the cost of our freedom they have served. My heart is of many expressions it has to be free it has to breathe to make purpose and at last make a nation strong