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Prisons Long For Company
Prisons long for company,
Itching to swallow many;
One ruinous day and we are there,
In their confinement graduating to heir...
Simply an indictment mimicking a spear,
Scarcely reckoning how to others we are dear.
One doesn’t have to be misdeeds haunted,
Our handcuffs not by our infractions prompted;
In deed any allegation at last alighting on your skull,
By this preparing you for an enclave offering a life dull;
Crime crackers the thing prodding further,
Clinching a chance rounding it off as murder:
Just for the sums that from bailing sprout,
The consoling thousand from a pocket out.
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Chinedum Ekwobi
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