Mind Enslaved Poem by Ifeoluwa Philips

In light ironed room
Filled with emptiness
Boredom and craziness
All dine in the sane room

Opportunity was placed on the deck
Freedom and bread of slavery
His soul was in slavery
While body for bread stretching the neck

How then you lack to man
The mind really in coat of slave
Fashioned with a wreck flesh of an hungry slave
Who then tamed your soul of blind man?

Freedom near to your reach
But in klutziness you push it away
For a bread meant for short hour of the day
All you could see through is the far bread beyond your reach

I see pain your soul
As the thick black cloud rain it tears
So long your mind wear and tear
And your mind stick to a slavery sole.