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THE CHARGES AGAINST ME by Michael Inioluwa Oladele

They sent me to prison
They say I cover the sins of the righteous
and reveal the truth of the liars;
but am just a small boy called Silas
putting ink down on paper

They say I hate the hungry farmers
they say I loathe the poor people
people as fat as Grandma’s needle;
but I don’t hate nobody
for after the farmer farms the farm
who comes with the cows to cause the harm

They say I love hatred and silence silence
they say I do not want out soldiers to win;
but I hate never been to the front
though I sit always with the devil’s box in front.
For a wise man once wrote,
‘There are kings and there are puns
Who takes the glory when the war is done?’

They say I hate justice
and am a threat to injustice,
They say I have a pistol
and that I must die;

But
who fears death?
for I have neither gun nor pistol
just a small pen bleeding blood
and I am no threat to justice
for I am just a small boy named Silas
putting ink down on papers

THE CHARGES AGAINST ME by Michael Inioluwa Oladele

THE CHARGES AGAINST ME by Michael Inioluwa Oladele

Author: Michael Inioluwa Oladele

Comments(2)

  1. Reply
    Oluwaseun Shedrack Akodu says

    This piece is from the depth.

    May You not loose your pen

  2. Reply
    Hannatu Adamu says

    Truly mighty is the pen!

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