I have been consigned, confined and drugged: A poem

These endless roads travelled

These distances becoming longer

The mountain climbed nearly to the peak

and a free fall into the deep

This ill-sounding alarm that straddled my soul

Enforced, confined, and consigned

by a regime, pretending to encourage

democracy. So, I am now sharing space

with inmates, who are yelling and sobbing.

I must embark on all the patience

of a free soul, who knows

that the numbers on this imposed prison cells

match with the aspirations of some selfish

and power-greedy politicians