It was a gentle evening
Calm but mean
Voices were on the street
Calling for Justice & new dawn
For the land has turned
To den of lions
Before the strike of an end came
Hurt the night
And silenced voices
The Monsters on uniform
And hefty booths
Armed to teeth
Appeared in the dark
As the light was seized to shine
Heartlessly pulled the trigger
That pierced through the pore of fresh body
Struck the innocent
Chanting Justice, equity
Hugging flag of three colours
Green, white and Green
The blood night,
Cursed the flag
The white, became red
Full colour, green, red and green
A kiss of sadness in the land
Everyone unhappy
The street of Lekki reacts
The bloody paint really awful
The stains will never be washed
So cold the blood
Goshed profusely as souls
Hovered in pain
Cried so loud
The voices so clear
The known voices
Of sons and daughters of the soil
Can this pain heals?
When recall the
Overpowered voices of the dying
As guns and bullets took up the chant
Tata Tata Tata, dum , dum
As heads roll, kissing the soil in pain
The guns and bullets
Never rugged to enemy of the nation
But to the peaceful citizens
The blood of her own
Young in age, the leaders of tomorrow
Cut short, to feed blood thirst
Of the old fools
Today has come
All blood suckers must dance in the grave
The young shall lead
And dismantle the ghetto
For nations to trace their root
And save their land
To die no more by monsters
It's a call for new beginning
Youth, hug revolution
A poem dedicated to those massacred on 20/10/2020 at Lekki TollGate Peaceful protest for #EndSars
Written by Onyebuchi Eucharia O.
For Family Writers Press International.
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