This poem is for parents whose children’s blood
Was splattered on busy road in daylight
As the special anti-robbery squad shot innocent souls
Whose crimes were dressing nicely and refusing to oil their
Hands with crispy naira notes as the “yahoo boys” do.
Innocent souls wasted
While the government watched on.
This poem is a dirge for those executed because
They demanded to live, because they demanded that
This nation should stop treating them like vagabonds,
Because they wailed about the uneasiness building
Castles in their ribcages.
This poem is for those who thought that requiem
Is for older men who have lived lives, but at the end,
We burn candles for them mixing requiem and elegy
With painful memories plastered
Unto our skins.
Ayobami Kayode Tijani Ah’mad is a student interested in writing and academics. He is a third year Literature-in-English student at Usmanu Danfodiyo University, Sokoto. He hails from Ibadan, Oyo state, Nigeria. When not studying, he is experimenting writing styles on diverse aspects.
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