FREE ME, NOW
By Josiah Olayiwola
Let my freedom be now
From this abyss that’s horrible
Where my voice could not be heard
But being pined down to voice out no more
If sun could give its rise at dawn,
The moon, its glowing at the very dusk,
Rain inexorably dishes the dryness of the land
May my voice of freedom be heard here and beyond.
Let my freedom be now,
Blood wets my best sacred land
I’m impoverished and junked with gun,
Even where my nobleness speaks without arrogance.
@Josiah Olayiwola
The poet.