cars packed with explosives were driven to the gates
of the prison by agents of death who shattered the walls
and entered as others fired on guards with mortars
and rocket-propelled grenades and more took up positions
close to the main highway to fight off reinforcements
as several wearing exploding vests entered the prison
on foot to free the inmates, five hundred senior members
saved from hanging before the helicopters arrived.
That is today.
I am an old man,
trying to see with clarity
a reason for my existence.
It was not easy getting this far.
My own demons
have fought constantly
with those around me.
There is no calm.
I am my harsh government
and my insurgency.