After Arrest No Rest
The time the mind has no second’s rest
Because it, too, is under arrest.
Actively, lips join the protest,
One’s patience and temperance on test…
Not unlikely a heaving of chest
And the more scenic beating of breast,
No cell room a mirror of safe nest:
Not where one stays and one impressed…
No guarantee captive won’t be slapped
And the innocent through some speech trapped;
As many chances of one being kicked
By another who had sweet lips licked…
From the handcuffed some things would leave
Over a dented image I’d grieve…
A time to know how famous one is:
Ears waiting to hear “Release him, please!”
Wrested from the arrested is rest
Victim no longer wears his crest.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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