Little Freedom Of Mine Poem by DAVID ISAIAH

This little freedom of mine
Like young marijuana leave
Soak in ogogoro gin
Move me madly and wild
For counsel no more I take
Great pagan's mind sooner I grow
Leaving this path whereupon I walked, rightly, kingly and happy
And now wide Broadway I move
With fear of no one, nothing
Yet, this liberty so sick and slim
More perilous, bitter than vineger
For imprudent now handcuffed me
I care no more about hell
Nor does heaven anymore matter to me
Though am convince they are real,
Like northern Fulani cattles
I wander and wander
Then health consciousness far beyond acceptance
And these friut many despise
Now become my best
All infection to me means nothing
For my mind doom and loom
I felt I had gained it
This long seeked freedom
But now a slave to lust I become
For no one to his maker return cheat
And through the door escape
From his eyes
I try to return
But deep in me it has entered
And into it I have gone deeper
Darkness eclipse my path
And great chaos battled me
Day by day and night by night
Now those admonitions I forsake long ago
Like pure scavenger I search for
But counsel have abscond me for
My lock head drive them away
This little freedom of mine
Has so far lead me into this wilderness
Where sane, consciousness I forever forbids.