BOUND

ENTRAPPED
June 14, 2021
VOICES
June 14, 2021

BOUND

Written by Sola Doja

For thoughts that’d never soar
beyond my pressed neck
whirling, twirling
dancing to the naked rhythm
of the captives’ tom-tom.

For dreams that died
of lack of watering
as seedlings denied sunlight wither.

For aspirations that faltered
with poor visions – batterings
do no good to men,
the eyes that will last a lifetime
does not rheum at first light.

Bound am I to nought and all
to the chains of oppression,
jealousy and hate,
to matters of folly,
snares of wickedness
in a land where nothing good dares
to thrive.

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