what have me of freedom?
my hands full of bloods and sweats!
Away I ran into debt of atrocities,
and slay myself off my dignity.
If at all freedom have me,
will the stains ever walkaway?
like a catwalk Jade.
Or will My heads ever endure the least pains?
Oh!
I know I have lived for once,
I need no more my freedom,
Just allow me merry in my meals.
Tell my beloved,
It wasnt my fault,
A.Johnson,the founder of all.
©Michael
Michael is a poet, a 100Level student of English and Literature at the University of Abuja and a member of Association of Creative Writers - University of Abuja.
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Best Micheal
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