Brothers Behind Poem by Emmanuel Odum

Wrapped in cold and smelly wind
every scent was bathe in filth
insect songs defile the night
as we hope and dreamt of light

some had lay thier heads in nit
while we foldour legs beneath
crumbs of rot on every side
snoring fast through stenchy tide

chocking room with feasting tick
dyeing smells of cancer stick
we were ten, a metre space
lost in thoughts of our own case

we long our hearts to tear
despite calm and timid stare
despite cruise in cardiacs car
we were brothers behind bar.