Prison Wall

OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-NativePen 004 PRISON WALL TIME OF THOUGHT:3:00PM DATE OF THOUGHT:24:12:2008 Tall wall surround me Several attempt seems impossible It’s just too tall to climb Ever pointed gun at the walls By the men in uniform Oh all eyes on me Oh when will I see the walls behind I have spent my days dreaming None of these in the least Oh sweet home I crave for When will I have it back? The God given choice of life Nothing is more parampount to it My thought is always of home. Uniform all through days My voice comes from no where But behind a shut iron door with its wall like the tower of babel My sunlight for each day strugles through a rat hole window Yet i now cherished the beauties of the night While I now see it faintly Oh freedom my thirst If possible I would turne the hand of the seasons For I know the days is fast approaching The day I will step into the buzzling world The real world No matter my offence I will one day go a free man. I know a king is about to reign I shall obtain His favour And I shall be freed.