Prison Archipelago

(Published in The Marian, Saint Mary’s University Student Publication)

Oh! slaves of the nation
who works and sweat
tired and restless
they flee overseas

flee to the arms of the wealthy
on flesh they feast
or the dungeons of death
brought home on a casket

compatriots left behind
imprisoned in total darkness
eyes open wide
still blindfolded by lies

some struggle and shout
launch rallies and march
later muted by bribes
or guns jammed on their sides

But slaves does not exhaust
struggling to break free
from the claws of hunger
or seek lost democracy.#

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