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We Have Got Our Freedom

We have got our freedom
From the bondage of this citadel
In the decree of finical dons
The sunken voice of unbespoken gods

We have got our freedom
From faltering wile of this college
In the ungleamable murk of the nudged
The feigning gleamer of the darkened world

We have got our freedom
From the piss of this moldy mountain
In the poisoned hope of the freed grace
The ambivalence of dream, whether bright or dull

We have got our freedom
From bookish pall of floppy class
In the genius of masters that make and bar
The lesson curtailed, over to you to hurl

We have got our freedom
From silenced pains of academic wound
In the solace of pseudo pride on the camps
The wounded minds now free to hunt

We have got our freedom
From the prisoned thoughts they sold to us
In the take-and-return of scholarly style
The thoughts now free, which way to pass?

We have got our freedom
From candles’ romance in the cursed gloomy night
In the Nescafe tax that our eyes could not close
In the agonized dark we did read to cram

We have got our freedom
From industrial war that prolonged our time
In the starved sessions of incessant strikes
The journey of moons never end at appointed time

We have got our freedom
From the indecent stain of white handkerchief
In the aristo jeeps that harbour our lessened brides
The campus bethels where virtues are scorned

We have got our freedom
From memorable journey of many moons
In the brightest sky of thousand stars
The survivors are here with boots full of pride

poem by Bamidele Kogbe
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