Jeremiad ' IN THE CELL '

Where the err mind harvest crops,
raining or doing the sunny,
it isn't funny "Gan-gan" ,
blowing the longest distance,
how uneasiness drunks the life of a prisoner.

The mouth useless to eat,
and eyes Red to sight.
The Black blood runs through the vain
when life shows an image of nothing to gain.

In the cell; Where there's an innocent body,
Whose eyes shows stigma and fear,
fear for who would notice or believe his eyes.

Abdulwaheed Sofiullahi.

The poet personae of this piece laments over the pains prisoners experience, he employs simples words ,saying most men in jails are innocent.