Our feet paddling peaceless past the monuments of freedom

Onwards march the free prisoners

Grinning at the chain on their wrists 
“We will not fight all our lives 

So we might die for the hope of peace 

When peace is fleeting, as the cool breeze 

Always submitting when the sun returns

We are cowards but yet we survive 

We are weak, but our loins births the new generation 

And our words groom them up. ”
The brave, being bold bear burdens 

But their labour in vain shall be 

And their stories will be told 

By none others than the cowards 

That’s you and me


© Osalam Wosu 
2edged Pen, 2017


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