One Day, Justice Shall Be Free Poem by David Olusanya

How shall we say it?
That justice is in prison.
With what words shall we tongue it?
And avoid the noun called Treason.

The news has taken the street,
like bandits without faces.
And peace has flown to retreat
with her many battle bruises.

Justice is in prison!
The chorus cuts our souls.
And vengeance's corpses are risen,
howling a sinister song like owls.

Justice is in prison!
The clouds are turning black.
It's nemesis's raining season,
and the days are growing dark.

Justice is in prison!
And mercy's sons are murdered.
The face of favour is frozen,
like a fish that's ice-out-numbered.

Yet the orphans sprang sad songs
from the deep wounds of their souls;
To mend the culprits' deed and wrongs,
and save the street from vengeance's soles.

'One day, justice shall be free
from the callous cage of treason.
And our souls shall still smile
like a dream planted by the Nile'.

David O. Olusanya