THE CORONACH OF FREEDOM By: Olusegun Omotosho

THE CORONACH OF FREEDOM
By: Olusegun Omotosho

Woe! be that bondage age
That history told me of
What a tragic story
An era when not being born is better
When melancholy dwelt in our balcony
Like a Regent ;it was time of regret

Freedom! Freedom!! Freedom!!!
This became the bread they chew daily
The water they thirst for
The daily prayers sent towards Heaven

Their sweat like drops of blood
Flooding their own soil they toil
For the uninvited strangers
Rages for freedom from the soil.
What a world of turmoil


The heart  bled
Like water flowing from the rocks
The Pains ached
Like an axe kissing its tree
Agonies swinged
Like pendulum reminding them of freedom


Their hearts settled;But,
With incomprehensible pangs
As these cruel aliens
Squeezed the nipples of riffles
Before them to trigger them
To submission before the trigger

In shame they bow
For they had no bow
To shield their pains
As they plained in their Valley

Freedom became their god
"Muggers has strucked our land"
They mutter in their hearts.
Their soil glowing in quality
Has been treated to inequality
Of stolen wealth by communals

They pleaded for the reign
Of troubled rain
On these reckless gladiators
While their eyes were flooded with tears
They daily bath with
Blurted out of the songs of their sorrow.
When has freedom become an enigma of sorrow?


 hopes were lost ;
In their birth town
As they wrestle
To wrangle the unconquered dehumanization;
What a flame of shame.

The land became porous,
Filled with carcasses
Of these slaves of freedom
Whose weakness saw death
As an escape route to the freedom
They had sought after

The sacrifice of blood for freedom
Wine at their courtyard,
Where animals with human flesh
Dine in their freedom to satisfactory
Throwing leftovers of slavery at them
To share amidst themselves



Incidence that pierced
Penetrate everyone's heart;
Fathers , Mothers and Children,
There, On their land
Swimming in the puddle of unfortunate sweats
like rainy season
As they continue,
To plough like cows
Amongst the alien sapien

With tears rolling down
From the alter of cry they built
With no one to console them,
They sent their humble condolence
To their generation
To the great ones
Those that would live thereafter
To ensure they dine with freedom
 Justice must be their weapon of war
To supervene these heinous souls.

Freedom must be free in their Kingdom.

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