written by: Moses Ameh
A word! A word! Was all we said,
hoping to have our grievances heard,
but death was sent instead
to show us our place
and keep us in stead.
For posterity sakes we fought,
and bled for what we sought.
O! How much blood was spent to fuel the cause.
O! What a costly sacrifice it was.
Now we turn to flee;
the reaper on the loose.
Our transgressors dance and feast in glee,
though their sins are clear to see.
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