Jailer's Yard Poem by Henry Igbinedion

Caged within the placid hall, 

I paced the Golgotha of my freedom; 

Searching with unseeing eyes

…freedom in those mocking walls.



In a fleeting moment, 

Trapped and manacled, 

Freedom is 
tossed carelessly away
Into the sin bin.

There …on the hard slab
The eternal prostitute to all that came; She
 volunteered her embrace

I lay prostrate in perpetual surrender, 

Tired and unfeeling,
And staring at me opposite

A cold article of bodily necessity, 

She too beckoned its services

"You will need me" she seemed to say.



As my limbs go limp 
from
The prostrate hug, 

Metals clanged in the jailor's yard
"Lights out! " cackled the thunder
And liberty was fully extinguished.