My freedom was caged.
I was a prisoner of conscience
The war was an alibi, a make up
To trap a benign soul
On arrival I shuddered
With a truncated mission
To save a situation
Incarceration hugged, an embrace
Least expected
The rampart of a mighty institution
I clung to shield
An armour, a helmet
Over my head
While thousands die
Under the fierce battle, an open
Veil, their cover unprotected
As the enemies had a field day
Feasting with impunity.
I could not act, shielded
By the gulag
With sweet music from
The spontaneous shelling and gunshots
At my back, I felt unsecured
My spirit died every minute
At each grim effort
But docile with glued buttocks
Stamped to the infected floor
My back leaned against
Infested wall, against
The fettered bars barricading
My hope of freedom.
Only the deserted corridors
That leads to death
Only if the deaths will spare
I safely leave.
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