Robert Brown: Wrongfully imprisoned for 25 years for a murder he did not commit. He was freed by the Court of Appeal in November 2002.   "I recommend a book called The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran, to anyone inside prison. It's only about forty pages long and one of the easiest books to read. If people read one page of that book everyday they'd be far more enlightened and rehabilitated than anyone caught in the clutches of prison could ever be. I have been raped of 25 years of my life. I have been raped spiritually, emotionally, mentally and physically, whilst those who uphold the criminal justice system held me down and watched me slowly being destroyed, vilified and dehumanised on a daily basis. Anybody who takes away the life of another human being for 25 years has got to be guilty of committing one of the worst crimes of the century. Those people are collectively guilty of compounding the lies, the pain, the suffering and injustice that I endured for 25 years of my life. Those who are paid to represent the criminal justice system and the prison system are not pedagogue extraordinaires, nor are they prophets of wisdom or walking constitutions of knowledge on anyone's life." © Robert Brown 2005

Blue IIhome by Robert Brown   Different seasons In a blue deep sleep Immersed in winters As autumn creeps Nature's tears Of morning dew Tranquil thoughts Halos of blue.   Absent friends Seem to hide In a portrait gallery Of a blue veiled bride October roses In April snow Draft in dreams Ripple and flow.   Tangled up In a blue phase of time An age of reason Is not mine Love and rage Is all that remains As the man in my eyes Is bound by chains.   Blue   Walking around In suburban grange An age of reason All too strange Blue introspection Seems to glow Reflecting people In a one man show.   Side by side In a crooked mile An old photograph Of some vague smile Blue breeze calls So out of season Fade away affair Love like treason.   Standing alone I stumble and fall Ballerina dance In blue waterfall A heart screams Like a banshee But the child in my eyes He still runs free   © Rob Brown 2005