Martyrs Poem by Tony Adah

Everyday what's meant for the people
Gets further away from them
No longer by them the cock crows,
For them in vain the sun rises;
It'd be nice when democracy gets martyrs
Whose blood will flow
A deterrent in the land;
Possessions ill gotten revert to state
And the carapace of the self shredded
Into a selfless new chitin.

The cronies will stand back
In ghostly shadows of themselves
Or grunt from their boneyard;
Never shall any one human kind
Lay claim to the whole land.
When democracy gains its soul and voice
Clay walls of tribes shall crumble down

The flakes in the eyes of tribesmen fallen
And they begin to see the other as citizens
Whose anthem hums with verses of love
For their country and for which
The yield of sacrifices abound
In their variegated hues.


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