Category : Poems

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from this shackles 
i have prayed all day 
and nights for freedom 
against the black hole 
they call my home

I'm pained severely 
from the blade of betrayal 
they consequently used 
to wound my trusts. 

i demanded for water 
to quench my thirst 
all they gave me was
what itself is thirsty 

i asked for food to eat
they ushered stones
and call them bread

i cried out for help 
against their tortures 
and injustices 
they incarcerated me 
and hold my freedom

but if my mind is free
and this body belong to me 
I'll carve a pen from 
a number of 206 bones 
it has and make ink from 
the stream of my blood
to make my voice heard 
in places where my legs 
my never be there,
because i write this from pains