Freedom

Many years has passed us by Yet no sign of a coming liberation Our burdens increase by the day At dusk we dine with affliction Our fathers work earnestly To satisfy the obnoxious taskmasters Our mothers kept the chaste line strong Despite all promiscuous dangers Our young and gorgeous daughters Are used for pleasure and satisfaction Our young and mighty men of valour Are mainly used to stop opposition Babies are abundantly born In bond they age and fade away The strong is susceptible to the weak Hopes and dreams die each passing day Every night with prayers of faith We wonder the end of this madness But all we see is Judas amid us And all he has to offer is silliness Who will remember us? Who will hear our humble cry? In disguise we are benevolence Sitting idle gazing to the empty sky Caleb A. O. +2348026755943