A staccato of gun fire
Four lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the ground,
In a pool of their own blood
'A wanton of wanted life'

How many more deaths from the hit squad?
How many more souls to perish from the Massacre?
How long will it take our motherland,
To breathe the fresh air of freedom
From the petrifying smell

We lads wail everyday
In order to end the Violent we face everyday.
You threw away your advantage,
By your savagery against the black population.
Brutal and Vicious attacks on peaceful protesters
Have been ruled unconstitutional by the Supreme Court

The land is filled with misery
People are dying on the streets
There is anger on people's faces
There is smell of bitterness in the air
There is ' no sweetness here'

The pictures you are looking at is a silhouette
A mask to hide the real faces of distress and agony
Valuable possessions lost while claiming our rights

Why can't the premier see to our plights and minister to our needs?

End the Brutality and let peace reign

© Omotayo