Babalola Augustine Adeola
Am I A Prisoner? - Poem by Babalola Augustine Adeola
Always been locked up,
in cells and walls.
Made from so many things.
The one i built and that by my brothers.
Both public and private.
Imprisoned by known and unknown.
The wall i built in my heart,
prisoner of myself.
And the policy of the man at the wheel.
Like me so you are.
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