Where Laws are Flaws… by Osalam Wosu 


Long is the road 

        that leads to battle 

Longer the one

        that brings me back home

We are led in line 

       to the slaughter like cattle

From war I get to wear

        the title of gome
I was taught to fight, 

       but not to be violent 

Like teaching to speak

        then keeping me silent 

I was taught loyalty and fealty 

          to every tyrant

I was after all an ignorant aspirant 
What little they know of the demon in me

They look and only see what they want me to be 

A puppet soldier, 

    slave to their every command 

Blind loyalty from us, 

        they always demand
I will not acquiesce to being robbed of my will 

I stand at attention but

           I will not stand still 

To prove I have a choice, 

          any man I’d kill

So my deed be scripted 

        on paper with quill
So I’m gathered with some comrades of mine 

Under the moonlight at a quarter past nine

Whilst the victims to-be with their families do dine

This power and loyalty I will take and make mine…


Never subject to all of man’s laws

Their impeccable system so full of flaws

To me this world is “No freedom from birth”

’cause once you arrive you are bound with a  girth 

But Thanks to the heavens! I’m not of this earth

I live life doing all that brings mirth 

’cause aside from that,  what else is life worth? 

Instead of being chained I’d rather drown in a firth 
They steal me from peace and keep me bound 

So the world, from me will hear no sound 

The more they torture us the more we abound 

So they kill me to send fear to all those around 

Ignorant men! deadly as the hound 

All the evil they do will always rebound.