Justice's Scream Poem by Amarachi Okoro

Dear motherland,
On your fertile soil we stood,
With the rush of youthful blood
In our vein,
As patriots of our generation,
We yelled for a change,
For a stop to Injustice,
We cried for a better country.

We came with no weapon
But our voices.
We raised our hands to heavens,
Flaunting our identity;
The green,
The white,
The green.

Regardless of our benign quest,
Before night's nakedness,
We were ambushed;
Bullets of cruelty rained down at us,
Our blood poured.

Our motherland's most fruitful soil,
Hungrily,
Drank of her children's blood.
Sorrowfully,
Painfully,
Our blood shrilly cry out for
JUSTICE!
😭😭😭😭😭😭

_A.D.O