Dazed: The Enslaved Mind
His destiny in his own hand
An easy trade without a brain-cap
Ignorant, a man without a plan.
A future he sold for a grain-cup
Bottles, bottle in the house of bottles
Imprisoned by his own greed
Unable to solve life's puzzles
He is nothing but a helot.
He stares his slave master, dazed.
His gold replaced with cubes.
Through the city preach he concord.
For a fee of food crumbs
Dazed! The land owner rent his house
The lord of an empire is servant.
Esangha Possible
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 03/13/2022
Poet's note: The poem is about political manipulations mostly in my country, Nigeria. The citizens Office which is supposedly the most powerful office is reduced to nothing. And this is largely because the people are ignorant of the power they possess. Line 5 is a pun. The first bottle(s) speaks of people's MINDS, the next bottle talks of CAGE. the house of bottles refer to bear parlours, bars or anywhere people gather to drink.
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