City of shattered dreams
Where they hold us down
In chains.
All I want is "be free"
From these endless toil
And vain.
I pray and pray again
But Answer's voice, not forth coming.
But just as I get use to the pain
I hear Help's feet doth come in
Dear city of shattered dreams
Where many potentials die down.
My bird won't die in your chains,
It will heal and one day "be free".
WOrds and Photographs by
Chukwuemeka U. Chinyere.
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