The Oppressed

By: Valentine Nwobi

The moon is out,
My shadow had deserted me,
I was afraid and couldn’t shout,
All alone in the dark and carefree

In fear and terror, I walk
My feet trembles and quiver,
Then I saw a man,
With SARS written on his breast plate

My mouth opened to ask for help,
It was shut with a handcuff on my wrist
‘’You are a thief, an arm robber” He screamed
“How” I kept asking myself

I had no family to call
I knew no one to call for help,
No one cares if I’m hungry or thirsty,
I was left in prison to perish

If you are reading this,
Know that I’m dead
Fight for justice today
Or it could be your turn tomorrow

ENDSARS

ENDNIGERIAGOVERNMENT

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