Yet Enslave Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Attimes we admire pretty people
And carve a square in a cycle hole
When all that we have is undreamt
And the tunnels, we pass has no end
But imaginations free to lend and blend
We speak like drunks that shouldn't be heard...
But still walk into tunnels, for there are lots to be felt...
The rocky stones just keeps falling in a shadow light
If and only if, is the word we lit...
But we fail because we piloted the jet
Air we flew, till we became reject
Broken but our hopes can't be an eject
We know we failed, but we fail not to quit
Because of an unrealistic foolish insight
Bigger than a planet, yet its constantly pictured
As a big sun in our swampy tiny pocket.
Round and around imposibilities, we run fast...
And find excuses beside reality coasts
Marathon for freedom yet we are free but slaves...
Chasing after chains of yesterdays...
Throwing long paces into enclosures,
When all there is in life, is but a free slave
Hey! ! atleast we think, and our brains...
... Are not caged or enslaved in caves.