Free Is the World
That is what I tell Joyce:
She's got a world's free choice
To fasten words of praise
On a thing without base
Or take a snake's poise
Raising a critic's voice...
Over rubbish rejoice
Like she'd done as free Joyce
Because she had the choice
To make an impure noise
Yet, it shall count later
One failed a life better:
Spoke no healing letter...
Caged self with fetter.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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