With hunger and pain I have lived in SAS-WALL.
For a crime I did not commit.
I suffered for what I did not know about.
I once slept with skeletons;
Helplessly I watched their lives passed out.
I saw men tortured with bullets till they became ghosts.
Men confessed to crimes they did not commit.
Innocent people tortured by criminals without uniform who had uniform.
Most of them should be the one behind bars.
I saw skeletons walked to their grave,
Like a panting deer;
So was my thirsts for flowing fountains.
Such was my thirsts for my freedom.
Freedom was not free in SAS-Wall.
Everyday in SAS-WALL was a nightmare;
With my dear tears full of fear to drop.
Tears of sorrow, hunger and pain;
When I saw men who ate their own flesh to stay alive.
Day after day;
Mortals laid vain to rest as such is their gain.
The men who controls SAS-WALL;
Are capital sons of bitches.
They are all murderers and criminals in uniform.
Blackmailers and thieves with raffles.
I was as sorrowful as a vulture;
A lonely vulture seeking corpse in the wilderness.
Even in my darkest path;
I was a shining shield, And lights that shows others the way.
My food, my money, and my wise-counsel left me to others pro bono.
When my freedom came;
Even skeletons saw me off in tears.
For my pains was theirs to gain at SAS-WALL.
® Sir Prince Ojoka
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