The torture

In the silence of your pain
Was an echo of travails.
So bright and loud
Making your emotion beclouded

Beneath your posture of calm
Lies a furnace of clime
You're a victim of love
An innocent in the dungeon of torture

In the pool of your tears
Where you swim in fears.
Your body thaw into vapor
And you were swept away from yourself.

The pain cooked by lies
Was delectably served with spice.
I watched you take every stroke
Of cane that wouldn't be revoked

And why were you tortured?
So blank, you couldn't measure
The reason why pain had chosen you
Making your skin the page of sorrow.

Your fate isn't natural
Even love can be irrational.
You'd followed the route of salvation 
Your stubborn hope could you redemption 

For the beauty of race
Which you'd ran with little pace.
Your life's hook in a crevice
Of two walls in your dream edifice.

You're the remain of ancestral pain
Where color suffice you hunger
Your name's little sorrow
And your nickname's no tomorrow.

When you grew up in the mud
The land made of hate and blood
You'll never be free from chain
And you heart will sing you lyrics of torture.

Olawale Abdulsalam