Liberation Poem by Tony Adah

The days of torture
Are still with us
They're not gone
We hear a gun booming
And a body is missing into a grave
Or minced in the street.

I prefer a prison of bars
To a prison of grave
Where you hear nothing
And you see nothing
You smell nothing
And you say nothing.

I will endure behind bars
For my country where
Days bring worries
And nights brim with dreams
But one day the human hand
Will etch on the cocoon of torture
Hunger and death will be gone
And liberty will be
The song on our lips.