The+True+Prison

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__ The True Prison by Ken Saro-Wiwa __ It is not the leaking roof Nor the singing mosquitoes In the damp, wretched cell. It is not the clank of the key As the warder locks you in. It is not the measly rations Unfit for man or beast Nor yet the emptiness of day Dipping into the blankness of night It is not It is not It is not It is the lies that have been drummed Into your ears for one generation’ It is the security agent running amok Executing callous calamitous orders In exchange for a wretched meal a day The magistrate writing in her book Punishment she knows is undeserved The moral ineptitude Mental decrepitude Lending dictatorship spurious legitimacy Cowardice asked as obedience. Lurking in our denigrated souls It is fear damping trousers We dare not wash off our urine It is this It is this It is this Dear friend, turns our free world Into a dreary prison.