Leah’s life in the hands of masked captors
Is a basket full of both pain and agony;
and chameleons that change colour.
Where a saunterer lives in confinement
And her freedom is kept in their back pocket

The wind blows hot like a boiling water
The pain shine so bright like stars
And the agonies are carved in a picture
That cluster the memories of oppression

Leah’s predicament is a testament to
The failure of our disgruntled rulers; brash leaders,
Who find comfort in the pain
Of paupers and beggars, and the masked captors
Militants whose tongues wail by spilling the blood of innocents.

Leah, a girl whose dreams have been
Hijacked by the forces of darkness
Her dreams walk stark naked in a lonely street
Looking for a mask to cover its face

If Leah’s eyes could shoot a gun
I will use a telescope to send my stomach to produce the bullets
And send my tongues to pull the trigger
So it could shatter the brains of her captors,
Their foot Soldiers and sponsors.

Leah, be rest assured that the rain carries your freedom, and when it stops, the sun shall fight the rain to a standstill and free your freedom from the clutches of pain and agony.