Martyrs Of Lekki Poem by Uche Nwanze

They were fed up of a failed system
They wanted their voices to be heard
They wanted a better tomorrow
They were tired of the lies
The country belongs to us after all
They had no weapons but their voices in their arsenal
To the streets they marched
To the city gates they nested
Their message was clear, give us back our country
Their voices would not go hoarse
Their song will not wane
Their prayer to the heavens to bring a change
Had they no guns but their will the wheel of their crusade
Never did they knew their national anthem will turn to a dirge
Never did they knew the Green White Green will be painted with their blood
Under the cover of darkness pellets of fire cut them to pieces
An orgy of blood painted on the Lekki
Men in green suits, unknown but known by the omniscient
Rivers of blood the sky weeps in anguish
They deny nobody is missing, on the altar of mendacity they speak
They still walk free, they were never there, not us.
We are still in search of the forces beyond our control
Martyrs they are, gave their lives for a country of their dreams
Your blood spilled on the Lekki, will haunt and taunt in their sleep
Heroes, your names cast in our hearts forever
We will never forget, your courage
Your voices forever resounds, their ears no peace will they know
Your blood a libation, our nation to liberate
Never again, never again, our land we will reclaim
Your slaughter never be in vain, we will always remember.