One More Day
This has become a vacuum;
A vacuum that I yearn to be occupied
This has become our crane;
A crane which dangles out and about the refuge of thoughts of suffered dissidents
This has become the daymares that run after my shadows
If my mights are prolonged, my plights decreased
I guess my pleas would ever be for freedom
The tongue of my speech has been alienated from my uttering cord
This has become the bleak spectrum I have lived by;
Not a choice but what I ought to settle for
I cry without tear drops; 'cause the lid has brewed to brim since time immemorial the stream of singleness and confinement
Au! How on earth!
I ponder how my franchise have been erected against the pillars of oppressions; even to speak of my right to life
I have become the tattered garments that's brushed off, worse-off than septic
The dream that lives in me has been pruned and the remnants left has become a debacle that still and ever yearn for freedom
One more day, I pray;
When the instigators of servitude & oppressions would rise from their slumbers;
And leave the dove to learn to fly freely and perch;
Just by its own wishes
One more day;
Slavery would flee forever! ! !
poem by Prince Kenny Osei
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