Free Prisoner Poem by Mogare Nyamoko

He walks down the streets chest thumbing
Of how free he is
But he is more of a prisoner,
At least a prisoner.

He meets his fellow free men.
They complain of the high tax,
They complain of the low income,
Yet like hyenas they laugh
For the prisoner inside a cell

The free man imprisoned
To thoughts of suicidal.
A wife taken by a rich friend
Child sired outside marriage.
Nothing for the rumbling stomach.

The free man sentenced to death
By a reckless sergeant at arms,
Shooting on imaginary Gangs
Making news for journalists.

The free man sentenced to death
By a reckless driver
Who couldn't go alone to hell
Because red handed he caught
The shamba boy drawing from his well.

The free man was just a pedestrian
Trying to express his anger
To his fellow injured free men
But he was more of a prisoner.