The Free Slave Poem by Joshua Oyelalu

He is happy about his freedom

He wore his Golden Rag with love

He walk on the street like it is his kingdom

With is worn-out boot.


He shout and Jump for earned coins

He feel like a God in front of the barman

Oh! how rich i am, he exclaimed even in ruins

His family in their coat of many colours.


He got home and hugged his wife

Called her the queen of their patched huts

He never believe he was poor

A free man his never poor

But he was a slave who must take everything the way it comes.