A plea for peace

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This cage that holds us knows of no age or race. That is why both young and old are kept here. That is why Natives, whites and blacks are brought together here.

Despite the difference of our skin colors, we all become one, criminals. We all learn to live together because justice has brought us together in this lonely kingdom.

A gathering of nations on the wrong terms. We all speak of partying and crime. We all do our time. At times, we all shake it rough. Everyone tries to be solid, no matter what race they are.

Instead of being solid or speaking of partying and crime, try unity and speaking of peace and harmony. Let us live out there as we live in here.

Perhaps the world would be a better place if everyone was in prison, with no guards or bars. There's only one thing wrong with that picture. There would be no companionship, no happiness and no love.

Let us think like the cage. If alcoholics, drug addicts and criminals can live together, why not let Natives, whites and blacks live together as one?

Let us live together, so that we may walk side by side like brothers and sisters. Forget the skin colors. We all have the same minds, same bodies, same hearts, same feelings and the same blood. Forget peace through superior fire pore. Let's have peace through harmony. The cage knows of no age, or race. Why should you and I?

(This piece was written by a 19-year-old male youth from northern Saskatchewan who is currently an inmate in the Regina Correctional Centre).