I
The sound of its name distinct us from it
News about it scares us
Prison the worst place to go
Says we at the thought of it
Yet what we despite harbored the yolks of freedom
The turning point in our rich history
Their worth, the essence of our free mobility
The smelly pa lour, their fuel of strength
The scandalous labor, the mirror of knowledge
Africa thrives on thy sweet comfort
II
From thy treatment, the light of hope,
Beacons of freedom stared at your non-smiling ceiling.
Ye strengthened the dying will of salvation,
Though harsh they still returned to your chambers
From thine arms Nkrumah surged through as the patron of light,
From the unforgotten chambers Mandela sucked out apartheid evils
Freedom of the Negros, ushered from your realm
We hail you oh home of heroes
From thy chains the Church emerged
At the mercies of your whips, flowed the salvation of man
III
Now you bearers of the mantle !
Thou walks and threads like a blinkard,
Thy ways depicts myopia
Thine worth dwells in the pot bellies.
Our hopes and struggles crushed by your ingenuity
Ye who thinks nothing but power,
Forgetting the true being of African legacies
I dare you to do otherwise
Will thou forgo the easiness of comfort for Africa?
For Prison,The Home of Heroes.
