Last Words

His fathers last words, he’d never forget; making him stronger each day and yet,

he was surrounded, engulfed by the wave, of corruption mocking him and his fathers grave in a remorseless display, an immoral masquerade; this version of freedom, of justice.

He untied his law book before the house; this leather bound cutlass, and began to call out -

“Apathy keeps bellies and minds empty, we are stripped bare by the curse of the plenty...”

By Paul David B