Let My People Go Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

In shackles of bound, my people yearn for release,
A plea for freedom, a longing to cease.
Like a river's flow, let them burst forth anew,
Breaking societal chains, their spirits true.

Free from the fear that holds them in its sway,
Their own paths they'll tread, come what may.
Taunts and judgments, let them fade away,
In their own element, they'll find their way.

Grant them the liberty to be themselves,
No pressure to excel, no need to excel.
For in our differences, beauty resides,
A tapestry of uniqueness, where each soul abides.

No more labels, no boxes to confine,
Let them embrace their kin, their own divine.
Quirks and flaws, they make us who we are,
A symphony of imperfections, shining from afar.

From expectations' grip, let them break free,
With no reservations, their spirits will glee.
For who are we to dictate their fate,
When each soul holds its own, unique state?

So let my people go, let them soar,
Spread their wings wide, and forevermore,
In diversity's embrace, true beauty lies,
Our ultimate duty, to let them rise.

Oh, let my people go, and watch them bloom,
Shine in their brilliance, dispelling all gloom.
For only in freedom can they truly be,
The extraordinary beings they were meant to be.