​And we locked down in this prison

Biting death in every season

While we count our days too fast

Merely thinking of the past.

Nature be the female warden

That be chaining and be jailing

Our aspirations in a dark place

That we cannot hold in life’s race.

Our day of freedom is a fairy

That be living in the arms

Of sickness, and it’s scary

Like a movie,

That we feel so at home 

While we breathing

In this prison,

With love as our foam. 


leonard epidi