Cries of innocent blood
By Atok Dan
Your blood,
Your life have all gone,
Sooner than expected but forever
You were a rare gift in the field of pen
they envied you because of your acumen
The jealous and greedy tribe of our nation slain you
Have all let your precious blood spilled
Your innocent blood he gifted you
You were an iconic in your field
They abhorred your talent
The worthy asset of our house
Your life was banished,
Cries of innocent blood
Your lion heart will survive traumas
Suppressed pressures,
Will live to tell the tale of brevity
For we will never have you again,
Only him who moulded you,
Would weigh the cause,
Of what your blood went for,
In a nation where citizens’ lives are priceless
Your departure is an end and a beginning,
Millions of suppressed lives,
Have gone but neither did pressures lessen
Or even cowed,
But thrilled to pursue a just cause
Cries of innocent blood
For and before none,
Your life has gone like it had already gone
You still wield impact of worries in them
Their hands still drip with blood,
And your beloved mother,
Draped in black robe
Of mourning,
Your wife, kids and siblings,
In total desperation
It hefty,
Tomorrow shall it be weighty on them
Rejoice the killers of innocent soul
Cries of innocent blood of a man
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