Poem by Star Okpeh
THE DEAD
Laws to us
Are rules for the dead.
Count the stars
Herald the moon
Curse the sands of time
Still as the stillness of the river side
All to us is dead.
Chains to us
Are tags of freedom
Behind the bars, we are the warders
Our smiling solitude
Alabaster bounds
To us that cry
Are rules for the dead.
Rules for the dead
For the dead
The dead
Dead.
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