Tattoed Gift by Gonsalves Mpili

Whoever has it doesn’t know,
Tea without sugar is tasteless,
Food without salt, the chef is careless,
My twisted mind won’t move the queen in chess,
Because the king won’t bother to guess,
Where do I belong, can’t decide, I’m a mess,
All of a sudden I saw a hill,
I stood upon it, the hill took me further,
The hill was my escape from prison
An escape from a highly detained prison of stupidity,
The hill made me a poet,
I’m highly wanted and searched by prison of