Page 22 - Motherhood in Prison

Freedom

Temporal stay in a cave
Longing for freedom
Like a bean so hard
Thrown in a bin to die
Our freedom was buried
But for a season
Awaiting for the rock
To be rolled away

We shall germinate
Yes we shall
We maybe the bad bean now
But our germination is a must
And we shall blossom
Like a free bird
We shall sing

With hope being our asset
We shall never stop dreaming
Like a baby bird in a nest
We wait to be fed
Our food is freedom
And yes freedom we shall have.

By: Ngosa
Date: 18.11.2021

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