Tears of sorrow,
of grief and pain,
tears of heartbreak,
indeed life may not be fair,

A youth I was,
I strived to hustle,
To make mama proud,
my dream cut off,
my life take away,
By people meant to protect lives,

Mama watched me die,
A brutal death,
my crime still unknown,
yet I was killed like a common criminal,

Not only me,
others have been sent to the great beyond,
by this same set of people,
Today, lives are wasted,
they work with brutality,
yet the government seems not to be bothered,

Rise up dearest youths,
March on to the streets,
Block the roads as well,
to get their attention,
is it a crime to be a youth?
is it a crime to be different,
our lives are sacred and precious,
Together let us say no to police brutality,

Not only SARS,
but the entire police force,
the killings must reduce,
innocent youths must be allowed to live again
together we say no to police brutality.

God bless Nigeria.
© Elaxy