A PRISONER

They kept him in the prison,
for protests that slowly grew.
Cowardly whites gave no reason,
as more people to rebellion drew.

The cell was seven feet by nine
with bin, straw mat and a table.
He had his pride, a sturdy spine
and was like an owl in a fable.

Two decades and more kept in jail,

they tried to suppress a black truth.

A free mind roamed outside the cell,

while the body was captive in youth.

Water that bubbles will come to boil -

You can never shut that by a lid on it.

Insufferable odds, dedication and toil -

The path to freedom, is thus tightly knit.

Prasenjit©2022