Prisoners
at Will
I am
a prisoner in my own home
The
only difference is that I have the keys
My
bars are cut to exactly to my size
The
walls I built with my own biceps
The
Parish priest blessed the foundations
Even
my enemies celebrated the completion
I am
the hunted in my own jungle
A
prey to the mouth I fed with grace
Edible
game to the spouses of those I freely give
Their
dane riffles, I polish with my tax
The
pallets we casted in my fathers foundry
Now
like I chicken I have gone for the roast
Suddenly,
I am told to lock up
My
jailers thousand of miles away but,
Sit
in your cell! He screams, or be fed to the desert dogs
The
fear of the dogs or the screams of the jailer
Both
the source of eternal fright
Just
last week the dogs eat them all in onak!
Now I
have to dig my borrow deeper
With
a thousand escape routes to puzzle the hunters
Down!
Down!! I dug till I found myself in the zoo
At
least, here the hunters are out of bounds
But
thought of the forest still makes me wonder
How
many prisoners at will will ever get their freedom!
Omo-Ekun, Ilu-nla '13