Worthwhile Crime Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

flogged
mocked
jailed
Deep behind those solitary walls
Hunger pangs denied them sleep
And their limbs fettered so tight
because their crime is one

they walk in silence, heads bow in fear of disovery
For that would mean prison and even death
Holy meeting holds in disguise of birthdays
embracing the forest's cold together with those who share same passion
Because their crime is one

with no heeds to threats or regards to the yawns of death
They meet in secret to honour He who gave them life
Denied of lodge
the bush is their home
Sometimes discovered and captured!
Made to work the fields in no absence of beatings
cry of anguish is but fun to their torturers
yet their crime is one!

lessions deep and fatal!
Their crime is one!
Persecuted and traumatized
Their crime is one
Crushed and butchered
Their crime is one!
Raped and flamed
Their crime is one!
They are christians!



...My tears of prayer stream for christians the world over, who can't pray, worship or meet in the open...the Lord is your sustainer...eternity in Heaven is worth any sacrifice.