SEASON IN PRISON

By G. Naih Peter, Torit, South Sudan

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So pale like death,

I was so obsessed,

Everything was at excess.

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Men were adamant

And were all dormant,

’twas not long, just a moment.

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They shouted so proud,

That things were wrong,

Only then they didn’t get along.

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Season in prison

Due to verdict and oblivion

Pushed them into so termed treason.

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None was drug addict,

But all heinous things

Were spiced, cooked and added.

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Season in prison

Created new team,

Believe me, ’twas at extreme.

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Friends including me sang songs,

Others beat drums and gongs

The season was at last gone.

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