That They May Be Free. Poem by PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME

From the cavity of a true fight is peace,
And the wounds on fighters are rights,
The struggling is fairness,
And the victory is divine.

Freedom crawls, leaps, heaps,
Against the marginalization, injustice, failures,
Because, freedom is in Yahoo's cage,
And just few eyes see through your gate,

But, when fighting stays out late,
Only remember that many will be late.

But boots that standstill,
Climb no hill,
Fighters that withdrawn,
Freedom turns Lot's wife.

Oh, Nnamdi you're an evil child,
The spirit of Achebe who evoked things fall apart,
The invocation of Okonkwo's feathers,
For freedom is pride at right.

Oh Mandela, my flag hued a distant dark tears,
As her toilers arrested, imprisoned, executed,
Since corruption becomes,
A mighty man in battle in the dark forest,
Freedom today's a peace talk with enemies,

So, where's the elbow to my national flag,
When silence bereaved the coat of arms,
Not as when fighters fervently drag,

Men so tired do they stay quiet!
Without great cost, how pay men the price,
Who neglected daily diets,
Moving swamp to savannah for freedom.

Oh freedom, are you freely given?
Oh, which good debtor clears debts in peace
So, men for freedom leaped uneven!
For the spoilers of the present piece.

In the multitude of your tender mercies
Please show the dark forest mercy
And to my tattered flag waving for help
Who'll free you from persistent debt.