Binded In Bondage

Immerse me in the pool of freedom 

For I, bound by the grip of slavery 

Once upon a time, I was as free as a flamingo 

I would touch the sky with my wings

But wings here aren't just the appendage,

A figurative expression of how free I was then.

Until I was seized by the men in black 

Whose garments, you'd live to tell no tale of 

Garments drenched not in the water, but in blood 

And I was locked, tormented by

The reeking odour of vital liquid 

Procreated by sapiens lost in their hope 



These days, I shall write in letters 

If for luck, with luck, in luck a passerby

Sees my body, be divested of life then 

Let me be buried like mere men