Free Poem by Abdul-Qadir Abdul-Mumin

Set me free
Let me be
I want to flee
From this polluted air, land and the sea
I do not want to agree
With all the people
All they do is cause trouble and swindle
The future looks feasible
The past is unforgettable
I dine, walk, talk and wake up with trouble
My continent is sunburnt
The rules in it are stringent
The decisions always end at stalement
Would the future generation be valient?
I am becoming a pessimist