Murmurs, The Fettered Man Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The valley is fine- there are no tempests
The thunders that strike- echoes only
Sun burning up there, warms we here
We so far removed have no grieves
Away light that blinds thee, I darkness
In dark here dwell, there are no shadows
In dark here dwell, we have no shame
In this dark- no need robes, thy masks
Much life worth here, no more returning
Here says us prayer, for crumbs to sustain
Pets, little squirrels- fun, teases barter we
Pockets- cockroaches sleeps without fear
The use God has carved me be-
That my head serves home homeless lice
And maggots’ beam as roll on- on my rot
That my mouth hostels the vagrant germs
And my stomach, the worms come suckle
I live in my darkness- a life fulfilled-
As flies hovers, survives on my wounds
That too in my death, buds should bloom too-