A Season of Arrest

A Season of Arrest

written by: Paul Bamidele Olayioye

They were fetters on my hands
Like a patriotic criminal
Whose life is damned in barred stocks

Leading me down the aisle of doom
They wore corrupted berets
Holding batons like a divine scepter
Barons like crowned kings,

While they grip my senile body
Dragging it to prison

Why did you dress my arms and ankles
With iron stocks and shackles
As if I did kill the law?

You are the law
For you change the tide of court’s verdict
And sail the justice law to the island,
You are the law
Since you could change the church’s precession
Like the spinning trees in summer

You are the law
Since you pronounce me guilty
And order sloughy men
Bridle me to a dungeon.

You are the law
For you smile when you rally
But your frown arm is peril
Even to the innocuous peasants

How can I forget
Your stricken pain in prison
For to the hundred generations
I will show to them
The sterilized scar
I hide on my senile skin.

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Paul Bamidele Olayioye

My name is Olayioye Paul Bamidele. I was born as a citizen of Nigeria, where I had my primary, secondary, and tertiary education. I am a passionate writer who wants to explore and express truth through my poems. Aside that, I am also a dramatist, an essayist and a poet. My books - Detective Illiya and Zarah - are still in editing process.

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