Poetry in Idoma Praxis Magazine

This poem is shortlisted for the BN Poetry Award.

 

I know of a caged songbird
whose singing has solidified into shrieking

She keeps flapping her weary wings
in a fruitless attempt to forge forces
into a farfetched freedom

But her breakthrough comes in form
of bruises breaking through her bones

Listen, friend
freedom is an abstraction that outwits
pure physical manifestation

Life is a stage in the shape of a cage
and we are struggling succumbers
to the tune of immortal pipers

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