These are the voices
Murdered and stolen away
In the open secret of bloody night
Triggered by deaf hearers in power

Arms, they did not pick up
Treason, they did not consider
But were only guilty of standing, lawfully
That their rights be not trampled

They wished for a better tomorrow
When them in uniform harass us no more
But were defaced with tainted headlines
Of them who control the press

These are the voices; our heroes
Though gone but not forgotten
For their memories are portraits
On the wall of our hearts

The labor of their tears and bloods
Shall not be in vain…

This poem is written in memory of those who lost their lives during the 29/10/2020 #EndSars protest in Nigeria. They were brutally killed.

The protest actually came up in view to stopping incessant police harassment and humiliation.

Written by James T. Abel Adesitimi