If Our Blood Is What It'Ll Take Poem by James Ogunjimi

The poor getting poorer, the rich getting richer,
Justice benched on the sidelines,
The lofty dreams of our youths they have marred,
While they live their lives daily with no dime,
But we’ll not quiver or shake,
We’ll reclaim our land even if our blood is what it’ll take.

Death tolls growing daily,
Youths murdered with cut-short destinies,
Dare we hope for a better society?
Dare we dream of a better tomorrow?
Words and pleas will only make our options narrow,
What it’ll take may be a rain of bow and arrows,
For we must take back our land even if our blood is what it’ll take.

We may sit still and watch them complete our dehumanisation,
We can stand with arms folded watching them destroy our nation,
We can look on and watch them sacrifice our lives to attain high positions,
Or we can be resolved to make them shake,
We must be resolved to get justice or make the land quake,
We must get back our land even if our blood is what it’ll take.