AN ODE TO MY JAILED FRIEND by Godfrey Mutiso Gorry
Unmasked – The spirits' face is a black hole Swallowing the celestial beauty Of the stars.
Caged – The sentinel is crouched Subsumed in seething pain Not pain but anger of being guiltless Yet ‘guilty’ for being in jail.
The cell – No crime equals its greasy grey walls Thickly dark with no grills for light Till the eyes, sore, feel pain no more.
The sentinel – Was once a brother Used to sit by my feet But wandered away, Till err passed his way.
Who is to blame When the mind is aflight And discretion is abandoned For valor?
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