Sixty

Life, the fickle-ty of it all

One day, you're here

Bursting with life like an air pump

The next, you're one with the earth 

We exercise rights, bought by blood

Swear in murderers in the daylight amidst jubilation 

After they emerge victorious, post a show of who slays us best 

Looming in penury and darkness

We toil in the reality of their quest

We are not allowed to ask for more, even if we never get anything

Not even the fulfilment of endless promises that left their lying lips, when they begged us to champion their cause 

And on days when they seek to throw piece meals at us, we "rate" the ones who aren't even fit to "rate" us

Today we mourn our loss

Our earth has once again become a wasteland for our children's corpses 

the ones who dared to speak

It isn't over until the battle's won

This time, there will be no turning back 

#SOROSOKE✊🏿🇳🇬  20 - 10 - 2020

~for the Ones we lost in the struggle