We are afraid!
Oh! You caring killers
For your cavalier attitude
We shout
We cry
We weep
For cessation to come
To your cavalier attitude
…Until you bring a death
To a dying soul
We contort our faces
Awaiting a moment
For the change of countenance
We are not afraid
To go to garrison
We are not afraid
To be a plaintiff
For we heard the plaintive cries of the bereaved
We try to obliterate
What our eyes have seen
But can a mother forget the day of travail?
We bid you bye
As cry cascaded from our eyes
Rest in peace
Is what we can say.
:Egbeyemi Abiodun
