Shield Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

In the wake of dawn of a cold furnace
Creepy in the heart is made manifest
Making our opened eyes close in all manners
Just like them that cut our breath short

For the gain of their purse
Could a shield be a dangerous den
In this cage we've found ourselves so long
Who will save our souls from these hungry beasts

Claiming to be our friends
Our grundnorm is not their watch
As jungle justice is their key to Justice
We're not free

Our liberty is choked in their fierceness
Having mobile is our crime
Dressing nice is our sin
That our image is a purified fraudster

While the real ones are saints through money transfer
Leave us alone
Set us free
That the labour of our heroes will not be in vain

We're your future
We're strong and powerful
We're not criminals
We're the youths

Say no to the police' brutality
End police blood thirst
We're your voice!

©️ Olorode Olorunleke