When I stretch my right arm
The left should parallel and against
The same is true when I stretch my
How I wish I could even be able to
stretch any one of the two
The only thing I can do is stand, sit
The maximum I get per day is
Fifteen minutes of direct sunlight.
I am surrounded by hard grey walls
The walls seem to be drawing closer
The small window
Luckily situated on the eastern side
of the room
Only allows few solar energy to be
absorbed in the cell.
Sometimes I feel like I will freeze to
I’m a prisoner
I cannot move around as I please
Would it help?
Or rather worsen the pain
My hands and legs in chains
I resort to sitting all day to ease the
But I hold my precious tears
I am not a coward.
I am a prisoner
In this unjust world
They hold me captive against my
They locked me up for teaching
them to be revolutionaries.
One day, our day shall come
Africa shall be for Africans
Said the war heroes
When they were punished
Punished for saying the truth
For preaching freedom for the