the mosquitoes sing of a hungry baby
ready to devour a milk pump.
I couldn't resist it, the rattish angle.
like a dead rat, forming the food of the perfect friend: a housefly
The agony of the inmates
spurred a flashback of the free world
where you could sleep with two eyes closed.
There I was, till a tap of an inmate
geared me back to life.
The language was only jargon.
Do I need be here? Let us see.
my train took me quickly back back to reality
when the smoke of the 'golden' stick
found a way down my nose
I wouldn't breathe.
I couldn't breathe.
No foe, no enemy
anthem of the inmate.
Equal task,no leader jingoism
by these, inmates fight not
bit by bit, one by one.
to meet outside the free world.
Such was the account of an ex-inmate.
here he stands to preach oneness
should jingoism we abolish.
The better we approach
no foe, no enemy evaluates our words,
the better we touch.
If doing this will better us,
if this is our path
if the others refuse
let all become an ex-inmate
let all taste the bitter-honey
the ex-man account rings.
Kareem Awwal is a native of Kwara state, in north central Nigeria. His passion of writting poems came to him as a secondary school student. He is currently studying at Osmania University in Hyderabad City, India. His work has been review in blogs including NIBSTEARS.BLOGSPOT.COM. He is currently working on his anthology.