Slavery of Freedom

Slavery of Freedom

Grandmother sing a dirge

Of a sonorous painful laughter

As hope lives in us like a citadel

Yet reborn under our bright steps.

We fatten ourselves with murder

And measure our reign by corpses 

Leaning us into shapeless dreams,

But our boots are full of pride.

We fertilize the womb of Mother Earth 

Yet, we nurture it to feed the tombs

As we massacre the souls

Who holds the flight to our sky.

For many years, we've been home

With the colored pledge on our lips

Awaiting the sky we dreamed of

The sky now is calling us for burial.

Amidst red and faded flowers

Lies the sweat of our work

Whose fruits are bit by bit

Resonating the prodigy of existence 

We are slaves free.

But we are slaves kings in old age

That's the bitter taste of our liberty

'Nigeria will spring up anew'

That's the voice of hope.

Wale Fidel~(HolyPoet)

1st Oct 2021. All reserved.