In Prison (Kifungoni)
From looking up at the sky
and crying from so much longing
sky-blue has seeped
into my eyes.
From growing maize in the fields
and crying so much from sadness
yellow has seeped
into my eyes.
Let soldiers go to war
lovers go to the garden
and teachers to the classroom,
As for me, give me prayer beads
and an old chair from the past
So in this world I would be:
a gatekeeper
at the door of inner pain
while books, laws and all religions
guarantee me death
starving or in prison