In The Lock Poem by Daniel Nnamani

Never tend to be in,
lock in is like been out used,
it seems to be finish,
even when not started,
in cell lock gives in perfect believe.

In there hopes at hand,
as assumed the dream of walking man,
pray like never before,
sure not even a believer to that which you pray to,
forgetting your criticisms,
faith as a new coat worn to match,
like salvation might fall out.

maltreatment become a natural law,
even the in locker of the locks
give well consent to pain,
increase vigor of hardship,
hunderstorm looms every lockee.

in the lock is quite candid,
to worsen most situation about it,
in the inner static lock which there is,
hopeless for the condemned,
fall to believe for salvation,
paying or not of his sin.

but not all have price,
they just pay what they do not know,
for maladministration never change,
what they are is hindered,
without any cause to price,
they pay as they no not

avoiding the inner lock,
silence it will entail,
for even out here it like in there also,
but out here is quite embarrassed,
freedom is a slave in the Lock,
what we stand for me nothing,
for suspect or convicted,
guilty or not guilty lies in you,
the inners cries unheard,
why in the lock.