Prisoners Poem by Okoemu Barnabas

(For Nigerians)
Even when tears stream down like rain drizling,
Even when hell is earth
Even when hands and legs are in chains,
Even when it is one last breath left,
Fear of loosing it makes a prisoner.

White and brown teeth waving the odd,
Knowing well that two is not three but two, yet, covering the known, painting as the unknown!
Doings of a prisoners,

Muscles so strong, stronger than iron, yet made to work on air, till the rock, sow deep and wide, for the Lions,
But reap in few, a shame to sight
A free prisoners!

Backing God!
Shouting for a dubious head to act,
Slaughtering brothers like cow just to impress the prison warder.
Prisoners in chains but free

Empty body,
Dancing to a coin thrown
Singing songs of praise, for peanut earn is a million sweat and blood of you taken and used
Prisoners so free

Knowledge denied,
Yet for nothing, they brag
Of what is it?
The best never for once seen
Acting like happy,
Even when deep down
Our hearts, sorrows takes!
Prisoners in the house.

Hate each other,
Yet shouting to God!
North, not for a moment want a southerners to on the lead be,
And southerners hate it too
Prisoners free

Better to die a free man,
Than live as a prisoner.
Wake up Nigerians
To stay alive, you must fight,
Fight the government if they are enemies!

Fellow Nigerians!
Don't be afraid, be terrified.