I Might Be Edward Snowden Poem by Godspower Oshodin

I might be Edward Snowden,
Hiding in a Dungeon in Moscow or Sweden.
My lovely country call me a traitor,
For being an under-covered contractor.

I might have halted my clandestine in pain,
But I did it with no political gain.
I have craved to live in a society free from the pinch of surreptitious surveillance,
I besiege my country lording over other nations with its governance.

I have been tagged as the whistleblower
I am even more popular than 9/11, and the twin tower.
Lest, I am now charged for the theft of government properties,
Deemed as espionage; but let’s all face this vague realities.

I challenge any extradition from my fatherland
I am now a contrived fugitive in my motherland.
I now seek asylum in many nations,
And I have left my name on the lips of countless generations.

I might be that bird hovering around the Riga forest in Iceland,
Or maybe my ruse is working, with my wings en-route England.
I might still be that rat, hiding in a tunnel at Mira Hotel,
Or maybe a covert operator with classified Intel from ‘Dell’.

They say I have hurt all national securities,
For giving out classified information to my country’s adversaries.
I am a Christmas gift that landed on Russian Soil
I detest the western nations that gave my asylum a spoil.

I might be EDWARD JOSEPH SNOWDEN,
And I am not writing this poem under the pseudonym ‘GODSPOWER OSHODIN’
The moment is bleak because you think I can’t be Snowden
But I can paint the portrait of thou next move; leaking it is forbidden.