Silently they look up to the sky
Wanting to let go, willing to fly
They spread their battered wings
Poised to soar even as the bell rings
Spelling yet more imminent doom
Have they any inclination to make room
For more scorching speeches
Flowing from the mouths of gaunt leeches?
Do they seek hell while still on earth?
Have the licking flames from the hearth
Not brightened their choked minds?
Do they aspire to pay back in kind?
Tap! tap! Comes the saintly devil
Oozing sweetness reserved for the heavenly level
He is taxed with one goal this time;
Fooling and taking all, even the last dime.
They maintain a pitiable sheepish gait,
Daily fattening the devil for the bait
Then comes the long-awaited moment
To clearly denounce the long years of torment.
Publicly, they cast out their miserable captive
Rendering their frozen and shattered limbs active
For yonder, they perceive sweet freedom
And seek only to erect their own kingdom.
Read – Dear Tomorrow – A Poem by Jainaba Danso, Gambia
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