BROKEN PRISONS (THE LAST FREEMAN) BY TREASURE UGWUMSINACHI GIFT

*Broken Prisons (The Last Freeman)*

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes;
Cages to monsters, prisons to prisoners;

The guards on my watch, my hands with shackles rest on the gate;

Prisoners behind me hoping for freedom, the same one I have on a platter of fate;

My captivity is not my problem but the thought of it kills faster than enemy’s bullets;

I’ve told my fellow men in with me a triumph story, all of us have buckled to march into glory;

Seeing our kingdom taken away is not our fault but the unbroken sight of a traitor on our king’s throne;

A war is endless until a nation is fallen to another, today our qualms have fallen to our feet;

Even in the Holy Book, it is written “pursue, overtake and conquer”;

I’m no longer at the gate alone, my fellow prisoners stand with me and for me;

With our shackles we push in opposition to the gates of our captivity, with our faith we have broken the gates that held us bound;

With a loud triumph song we’ve stepped into glory, we sight from afar, those who stole our land on a race;

If they had conscience to have our possessions, then they’ve seen we’ve got gold bars and diamonds;

We are not villains, so we won’t do vile things;

Our good heart was stronger than their guns; our forgiveness, their soothing ointment;

Our gates tame their flight, their horses bow in dishonour;

Tables turn on our traitors, a scary scene at stake;

They once cut our skins and saw black blood but we cut one skin of them and saw white blood;

The victory we talked about has dawned on us; our glory has shown on us;

We've captured our traitors to be battered but on the other hand, our hearts springs forgiveness and it’s splattered;

Only a good heart recognizes blood is blood despite its colour and brother is brother despite his race;

I realized we shouldn’t pay our brothers with their eyes even if they had plugged ours;

My head spins, my thought floods, my face hauls, my feet lags, and my heart crashes;

I can’t turn their minds back now, the same I who turned them on to rage;

I felt lost and relent but I had to lay a birth mark from a death, to mark an endless emancipation;

To a convention, I called my soul; to my fate, I beckoned my spirit;

I hoisted peace flag while my fellow men gazed in gloom;

Alas! One man cries, a wrong die has been cast;

Then I felt out of the one who eats has come something to eat;

I fell to the ground scrabbling for a plea or death;

I would hold back no chance than to cast one head on behalf of a clan; my head;

But like a romantic movie in disbelieve, I was dragged to feet;

Though unclear but confidently I heard a grunge undertone;

“We’re not sad at all, we feel you deserve to live;
No; we’re not mad at all, in our peace they deserve to share”

My spirit replenished, my heart’s joy convoyed, an unimaginable bequest accomplish;

A myth of war wrecked, a glory for few was carved up for all;

All for the reason that I never gave in, I repudiated to break;

I could stand, first alone and then with my fellow men and then with our traitors; to bring down the gate that held us bound;

I count it joy to see us all victorious at the last war ever; and stand as one man, one body, and one soul.

*Broken Prisons (The Last Freeman)*
Composed By:
*Treasure*
*Ugwumsinachi* *Gift*

Checked By:
Ayomidele Abisola King & Freida Eloho Peters

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