Freedom, running about,
searching for its opposite unlucky victims,
Alas! here they are,
bound in chains from neck to toe,
poor eyes, for you are too naked to see!
Though the unlucky victims,
move about carrying the name FREEDOM with them,
Ha! quite a pity,
to know that the set of their minds,
had been tightly chained!
But then, in these people,
lies strength,
inner strength i must say,
for their physical strength had been tamed to sleep,
or perhaps, been wiped off!
This strength stir up in them,
while it stirs,
it tends to fine tune the set of their minds,
and partly open their eyes,
even though all they do is stare!
Strength entangled in chains,
what a pity!
even the carriers carry it aimlessly about,
unalert to its abilities,
to move, shake and brake mountains!
But then, coiled up in chained bottles…
what then do we do?
only and if only…
-Titilayo Adenuga
-Titilayo Adenuga
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