True
prison is not the roof leak
or the buzzing of mosquitoes
the stinking miasma
cell is not the clanging when the jailer
Neither you off the ranch miserable human or unworthy
beasts even vacuum
day pouring into the void of night
not that that is not is not that
are the lies you've been taught by a generation
is the alienation of paco / agent
cruel and dire executing orders on a daily ration
The judge pointed in the folio
punishment she knows is undeserved
vocal deterioration Mental incompetence
dinner
dictators obedience disguised cowardice lurking in our souls
denigrating
damping is fear
pants and not even dare to clean the rust that's
,
it is estimated
friend, what makes our world of freedom
in a dark prison.
The True Prison
It is Not the leaking roof
Nor the mosquitoes singing In the damp, wretched cell
It is Not the clank of the key
As the warder locks you in
It is Not the measly rations
Unfit for man or beast
Nor yet the emptiness of day
Dipping Into the blankness of night
It is not
It is not
It is not
It is the lies that you have been drummed
Into your ears for one generation
It is the security agent running amok
Executing callous calamitous orders
In exchange for a wretched meal a day
The magistrate writing into her book
Punishment she knows is undeserved
The oral decrepitude
Mental ineptitude
The meal of dictators
Cowardice masking as obedience
Lurking in our denigrating souls
It is fear damping trousers
We dare not wash of our urine
It is this
It is this
It is this
Dear friend, turns our free world
Into a dreary prison.
Aut: Ken Saro Wiwa
Src: theamericandissident.org
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