Jailed Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

Let's pause the hymns. What crime?
I think it is time
To sing the rhyme
That tells the world... My earth no more spins
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Everybody falls in love sometimes
And me, me. This little son of suns and rains
Me, son of smudged skies and briny breezes
I'm not an exception
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Here I stand, confessed
Her sanity captures my gloomy world
What ingenious brush paints a picture so fair
What skill, what colours that put me on hold?
I'm a free man in bondage now
Trapped in an illumined chamber
I do not call for rescue
But I preach your thought- ye voluntary helpers
Unsheathe your helping hands
See if they are without rust
Lick your fingers and prove them clean
Else, leave me behind these soothing bars
Free of will, caged of emotion
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In this criminal land of my mind
There lives one jailer- fair and kind