#EndSARS

105 posts
  • alpavlo_inc 12w

    We voiced with our lit touches
    & matched with defying moves
    A step with a modern drive
    As we shook their pants off their waists
    Held the country to her core
    & brought fear to the heart of Aso rock
    We shook the world & screamed still,
    Till She learnt the meaning of endsars
    We remain great as true to our blood & build
    Be it today or tomorrow
    Our song will fly & our hopes remain
    Whilst, this fire they fight frantically to quench
    Will keep burning while their bones meets aches
    As we remain built to stand, match & survive

    ©alpavlo_inc


    #writer #writers #peotryclub #peotrycommunity #writerscommunity #africanwriters #writersden #writersclub #igwritersclub #peotrymovement #writerscommunity #africanwriters #africanpoets #writersmovement #nigerianwriters #nigerianpoet #endsars #201020

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    20.10.20

    We voiced with our lit touches
    & matched with defying moves
    A step with a modern drive
    As we shook their pants off their waists
    Held the country to her core
    & brought fear to the heart of Aso rock
    We shook the world & screamed still,
    Till She learnt the meaning of endsars
    We remain great as true to our blood & build
    Be it today or tomorrow
    Our song will fly & our hopes remain
    Whilst, this fire they fight frantically to quench
    Will keep burning while their bones meets aches
    As we remain built to stand, match & survive

    ©alpavlo_inc

  • alpavlo_inc 12w

    They exert undue toll of scarce time
    & a million wade of loaned funds
    To the denial of the impending doom
    One held by a hair's breath
    Still they think, spitting lies
    & gagging the tongue of true justice
    Is the way of democracy & politics,
    How confused can they be?
    Conflicting communism to liberalism
    Democracy & feudalism
    All a mix of madness,
    Just a country hijacked by rogues & crooks
    Senenseless Thieves, mobs & liars
    Just a web of mulling worms
    As they leach on the tomorrow
    Yet Devow the present with useless loans

    #writer #writers #peotryclub #peotrycommunity #writerscommunity #africanwriters #writersden #writersclub #igwritersclub #peotrymovement #writerscommunity #africanwriters #africanpoets #writersmovement #nigerianwriters #nigerianpoet #endsars #201020

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    20.10.20

    They exert undue toll of scarce time
    & a million wade of loaned funds
    To the denial of the impending doom
    One held by a hair's breath
    Still they think, spitting lies
    & gagging the tongue of true justice
    Is the way of democracy & politics,
    How confused can they be?
    Conflicting communism to liberalism
    Democracy & feudalism
    All a mix of madness,
    Just a country hijacked by rogues & crooks
    Senenseless Thieves, mobs & liars
    Just a spiral web of mulling worms
    As they leach on the tomorrow
    Yet devow the present with needless loans


    ©alpavlo_inc

  • alpavlo_inc 12w

    One year after,
    My country remains a spittle of laughter
    Our cries then,
    Has now become wails
    Our demand then
    Has deranged to a bigger villian
    As the little light of hope we thought we could reinkindle,
    has grown dim
    & found place with the colour of darkness
    Diminished with the lies
    Amassed with systemic threats & pressing fouls
    Instead of greeting the needful
    & paying the debt to reality...

    ©alpavlo_inc

    #writer #writers #peotryclub #peotrycommunity #writerscommunity #africanwriters #writersden #writerclub #writers #peotryden #peotrycommunity #writerscommunity #africanpoets #nigerianpoet #nigerianwriters #endsars

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    20.10.20

    One year after,
    My country remains a spittle of laughter
    Our cries then,
    Has now become wails
    Our demand then
    Has deranged to a bigger villian
    As the little light of hope we thought we could reinkindle,
    has grown dim
    & found place with the colour of darkness
    Diminished with the lies
    Amassed with systemic threats & pressing fouls
    Instead of greeting the needful
    & paying the debt to reality...

    ©alpavlo_inc

  • alpavlo_inc 12w

    One year after,
    We remember the innocent cries
    The blood & souls lost to this cause
    We remember the time we stood up
    Trashed our fears & armed our guts
    Found a new anthem & redefined our label
    For are the youths & tomorrow is ours
    But we're not lazy nor timid
    We are just careful slaves,
    to a useless senseless masters...

    #truth #word #peotryclub #peotrycommunity #africanwriters #writersden #writer #writers #peotryclub #peotrycommunity #writerscommunity #africanpoets #nigerianpoet #nigerianwriters #writersclub #endsars

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    20.10.20

    One year after,
    We remember the innocent cries
    The blood & souls lost to this cause
    We remember the time we stood up
    Trashed our fears & armed our guts
    Found a new anthem & redefined our label
    For are the youths & tomorrow is ours
    But we're not lazy nor timid
    We are just careful slaves,
    to a useless senseless masters


    ©alpavlo_inc

  • weneween 13w

    ENDSARS Memorial

    And one year later
    Still they lie
    Still they deny
    Still they oppress
    Still they terrorise

    Indeed, we will never forget
    Our valiant warriors paid the ultimate price for our plight

    Indeed, we will never forget
    Our slain heroes shed blood, tears and sweat at Lekki toll gate

    Indeed, we will never forget
    Through our protracted pain, anguish and regret
    We still are the target
    And our mandate we must collect!
    ©weneween

  • euphoriccree 13w

    MEMORIES OF MASSACRE.

    On this day last year,
    The innocent were killed because they decided to be strong
    And fight against what's wrong
    I don't want to say much
    But because of all the guns that were fired
    All the bullets that didn't miss
    All the injured
    All the blood that was shed
    All the lives that were lost
    All the lies the government told to cover up the illegal murders
    And in all all the injustice that occurred at Lekki Tollgate on 20.10.20
    A day of no peace
    Justice will come soon
    Maybe not today
    But someday.
    Cree Sameon♡
    ©euphoriccree

  • oluseye_babatunde 13w

    20-10-20 One year on, questions still unanswered!

    How did our green and white get the patches and stains of red
    How could this be for a such a lawful and peaceful protest
    Didn't you swear to secure, preserve and duly protect
    How could you deny the innocent bloods you chose to shed

    To the ones we lost, your valiant bravery was adjudged a crime
    You fought with heart and might, sadly at a cost that was so high
    The whole world remembers, but the ones we elected claimed we lied
    Forever in ours hearts, it's bravery of hearts into gravery of time


    ©oluseye_babatunde

  • diary_of_a_dipsomaniac 13w

    20/10/20

    Remember them
    The bodies that made the ground shake,
    The blood that turn the sand red,
    And the voices that made the rain scream.

    Never forget
    The people that once stood,
    The promises that were never made,
    And the plans that made no headway.

    Dream about them
    Hold them close to your heart,
    Hear their voices in every whisper,
    Carve their faces in every cloud,
    Become a living part of them and see that their memory never dies.



    For those who we lost and for those who remain.


    ©diary_of_a_dipsomaniac

  • madinah_writes 30w

    *A Struggle For Independence*



    If independence is achieved on a platter of gold,
    The institution of colonialism will remain forever it strong and old.

    Yet, we dream and follow promises complain their fake-interests.
    Everybody was creating the blames,
    Nobody was fixing the problems.


    Long Ago,
    In the African World.
    The old father's the young immediately after sunsets.
    It was time for storytelling.
    Time for entertainment and moral lesson.

    Grandma tell me this!
    Grandma tell me that!
    Grandma tell me why the tortoise have a rough, shelly back?
    Why is the dog a hunter's pet?
    And why is lion the king of the jungle?
    That was so much fun,
    The children would gather under the faint mango tree.
    Singing historical and cultural songs.
    Alo o! Aloooo!!
    Follows another set of mind blowing riddles.

    The children would rack their minds to answer grandma's questions.
    Brain cracking, riddle follows.
    Then, as I heard.
    Children would laugh to Grandma's stories and ask brainstorming questions.
    With words of wisdom where everyone could think by themselves.
    So I was told...

    And now, I'm growing.
    To what our life and living has become;
    Like a bird's empty nest, that was once filled with life.
    Now, I stare at the African life of nothingness.
    What I see is failed promises and bloodshed.
    End SARS now! A dark, starless world in silence.
    As the youth of today cry and seek for the best.
    Hoping for a future that like a fairytale, might never come.

    When the best is traded for selflessness.
    What are we doing?
    Where are we going?
    Who is our tomorrow?
    When today is full of sorrow.
    Are we getting wiser?
    When all we depend on is Google and the internet?
    Are we even blessed?
    When we await betterment from our so called leaders.
    Would there ever be a change or all these sufferings are permanent?
    Or have we forsaken the gods of the land?
    Which is which? I need to know.
    What is next, we need to think.
    Why is our tomorrow,
    Laying at the end of the brink?

    War of independence,
    Seen through it's eyes.
    That sees no transformation,
    All in the name of change.
    They change for the post of power that never satisfies them.
    The war of independence is war of death!

    Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead.
    Dusted and forgotten.
    Women and children,
    Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule!
    The independence they promised was not real, ungranted.
    Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!

    The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer.
    We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters. 
    Those days and still now.
    Independence turned out to be opposite,
    Corruption and injustice.



    ©Madinah_Writes




    #Blackpoetry #Freedom #EndSARS #mirakee #Miraquill #Acienttimes #Africa #Aficanworld #Writersnetwork #Africanstruggles #Independence #Thought #Emotional #sadpoems #reality #prose #writersbay #politics #power #democracy #Blackpoems

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    A Struggle For Independence

    If independence is achieved on a platter of gold,
    The institution of colonialism will remain forever it strong and old.

    Yet, we dream and follow promises complain their fake-interests.
    Everybody was creating the blames,
    Nobody was fixing the problems.

    Long Ago,
    In the African World.
    The old father's the young immediately after sunsets.
    It was time for storytelling.
    Time for entertainment and moral lesson.

    Grandma tell me this!
    Grandma tell me that!
    Grandma tell me why the tortoise have a rough, shelly back?
    Why is the dog a hunter's pet?
    And why is lion the king of the jungle?
    That was so much fun,
    The children would gather under the faint mango tree.
    Singing historical and cultural songs.
    Alo o! Aloooo!!
    Follows another set of mind blowing riddles.

    The children would rack their minds to answer grandma's questions.
    Brain cracking, riddle follows.
    Then, as I heard.
    Children would laugh to Grandma's stories and ask brainstorming questions.
    With words of wisdom where everyone could think by themselves.
    So I was told...

    And now, I'm growing.
    To what our life and living has become;
    Like a bird's empty nest, that was once filled with life.
    Now, I stare at the African life of nothingness.
    What I see is failed promises and bloodshed.
    End SARS now! A dark, starless world in silence.
    As the youth of today cry and seek for the best.
    Hoping for a future that like a fairytale, might never come.

    When the best is traded for selflessness.
    What are we doing?
    Where are we going?
    Who is our tomorrow?
    When today is full of sorrow.
    Are we getting wiser?
    When all we depend on is Google and the internet?
    Are we even blessed?
    When we await betterment from our so called leaders.
    Would there ever be a change or all these sufferings are permanent?
    Or have we forsaken the gods of the land?
    Which is which? I need to know.
    What is next, we need to think.
    Why is our tomorrow,
    Laying at the end of the brink?

    War of independence,
    Seen through it's eyes.
    That sees no transformation,
    All in the name of change.
    They change for the post of power that never satisfies them.
    The war of independence is war of death!

    Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead.
    Dusted and forgotten.
    Women and children,
    Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule!
    The independence they promised was not real, ungranted.
    Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!

    The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer.
    We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters. 
    Those days and still now.
    Independence turned out to be opposite,
    Corruption and injustice.
    ©madinah_writes

  • selaboy 49w

    Nigerians: I want to progress

    The federal government: Noooooooo


    ©selaboy

  • hanniverses 53w

    MURDERED AT DUSK

    If the Idyll only exist in dreams,
    then we must mould our reality
    from the mud of despondency
    handed down to us from our fathers

    Burn!
    You do not owe them docile activism
    They owe you from a century of neglect
    Burn with the crucibles of genuine patriotism
    Only cowards live forever in regret

    Glow with the flame they tried to smoulder all this while
    Your silence is no longer golden, if privation is all you have
    Neither is your slumber rosy, if innocent souls die
    Countlessly without justice, and all you do is sigh !

    You are the millennials that brought tyranny to its knees
    Ignite the keypads of your resilient souls, let it burn !
    Remain defiant in costly victory or defeat
    Let your voices turn to pelting rains that trickle in the sun
    Be the tiger, even under bombardment, stay on your feet !

    Burn, with the energy of the sun
    Break the chains we have been in so long
    Saddle your spirits with breakthrough songs
    They were heard in drums, sing yours in MP4
    For It will never remain the same when you are done !

    But glow with the incense of fulfilment
    Be the pride of those who crossed the toll gate of life
    Resolutely, choosing the path to greatness
    They bled, wrapped in your flags, as they depart in their prime.

    Glow!
    Never rest till your spirits haunt their mind to madness
    Their souls, to oblivion
    Roam every roadblocks and every ghostly regions
    Hoist the flags of renaissance in tandem

    Glow!
    Despite visiting death on you at dusk
    With your young lives,
    You have bought for us a new dawn
    By dancing to the cracking sounds of bullets from the barrels of despots
    Forever soar into eternity
    Heroes, for you burn our skylight, with chants of freedom
    Escaping your lips as you lay dying, muttering.. "Peace and Unity !"

    Hannibal
    201020


    In memory of the heroes of the Lekki Tollgate Massacre and all who lost their lives in the struggles to end police brutality, end bad governance and bring equality and justice to Nigeria.
    ©hanniverses

  • alpavlo_inc 53w

    As you take each step as each day accords
    As each tomorrow brings forth a day
    Through sunlight & sunset
    With glimpses of hope
    & rays of burning faith
    shining through the night clouds
    From the stables of a lone humble moon
    Who's place affords an assurance
    That tomorrow remains steadfast
    To keep the calendar running & counting
    Endlessly & to eternity
    Yet to the beyond as grace abides
    Still to us as race
    Pleagued with ingenuity to folly flaws

    #writer #writerscommunity #writersden #writersnetwork #poetrycommunity #alpavlo_inc #mystery #writersclub #poetryclub #writersconnect #writers #endsars #writersworld #africanwriters

    ©alpavlo_inc

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    Tomorrow's Tale

    As you take each step as each day accords
    As each tomorrow brings forth a day
    Through sunlight & sunset
    With glimpses of hope
    & rays of burning faith
    shining through the night clouds
    From the stables of a lone humble moon
    Who's place affords an assurance
    That tomorrow remains steadfast
    To keep the calendar running & counting
    Endlessly & to eternity
    Yet to the beyond as grace abides
    Still to us as race
    Pleagued with ingenuity to folly flaws

    ©alpavlo_inc

  • alpavlo_inc 56w

    I hope his mental state stands square
    Despite his racial deposition which stays unfair;
    His electoral fraud claims remains unclear
    Hence, The Blue's win over the Reds
    Remains so evident as the desert sun
    Yet again in repeated fashion
    His pose as a winner in an election he lost
    Yet in an all time overwhelming record,
    Sad!

    ©alpavlo_inc

    #writer #writerscommunity #writersden #writersnetwork #poetrycommunity #alpavlo_inc #love #writersclub #poetryclub #writersconnect #writers #endsars #endpolicebrutality #EndInsecurity #endpolicebrut #EndPoliceBrutalityinNigera

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    The Clown King

    I hope his mental state stands square
    Despite his racial deposition which stays unfair;
    His electoral fraud claims remains unclear
    Hence, The Blue's win over the Reds
    Remains so evident as the desert sun
    Yet again in repeated fashion
    His pose as a winner in an election he lost
    Yet in an all time overwhelming record,
    Sad!

    ©alpavlo_inc

  • oluseye_babatunde 60w

    Bravery of Hearts into Gravery of Time
    (ODE to The Fallen Heroes)


    The knowledge of what we are up against isn't as important as the knowledge of who we are to the deepest core of our abilities.

    Too long we waited and hoped for the promised change
    Tick tock, our confidence built way off the gauge
    Our frustration, like a force pulled us together to face our fear
    To speak with one voice; to say it loud and make it clear

    From one person to another, a helping hand in oneness of heart
    There was no tribe or religion, our differences could no longer tear us apart
    From persons to props, resources came from near and far
    The youth of the nation gathered, fearlessly primed to play the part

    Then came the twentieth day of October, this year twenty-twenty
    A day of pain, utter shock and disbelief; what an endless story
    Shivers go down the spine at its mystery, Sorrow and fury at its memory
    A government voted into power opened fire on its armless young citizens

    How did our green and white get a mix of red
    How could this be for a such a peaceful protest
    Didn't you swear to secure, preserve and protect
    How could you deny the innocent bloods you shed

    To the ones we lost, your valiant bravery is a rare kind
    Too early too soon, your names go into the gravery of time
    You fought with heart and might, sadly at a cost so high

  • doughty 62w

    No punctuations.#endsars

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    Soliloquy

    Things fall apart
    Banshees wail from afar
    The forests quakes solemnly
    The epitaphs overshadows the eulogy

    Bodies mar the footpath to salvation
    Power blocks the door to justice
    Flowing red streams stink of dreams never to be accomplished
    Paid tormentors languishes in the tears of millions

    I've no voice no matter how much I scream
    Deaf ears awaits the ones that speak
    Do we exist or live?
    Why do I say my last prayers at night and when a man in uniform approaches

    Every breath feels like the last
    Death traps, bandits, failing health
    Death rears its ugly head with every policy
    The full weight of atrocities backed by arbitrariness

    I watch my soul escape my body as I breathe
    The throat silent as I scream
    The cabals feasts on my lazy meat
    This place stinks of blood, tears and mismanagement
    I fancy myself a body waiting for his funeral

    ©doughty

  • eniarahblack 62w

    •END POLICE BRUTALITY•

    You're supposed to be my protector.
    The writing was always clear on the wall "POLICE IS YOUR FRIEND"
    In your Haven I was supposed to find safety.
    How then did you putrefy your beauty with the garment of lust ?
    Freedom is all we cry from the hands of the foes we call friends.
    Everyday I ask why do you seek my blood as water to quench your taste ?
    Alas ! Does the pain you create in my heart feed your blood tasty soul ?
    All we have is the strength of our voices.
    And yet on our backs you've left the marks of Hades.
    Like the river Nile blood flows from our eyes as in the days of Moses.
    Please I pray thee don't let darkness engulf your light.
    Don't make the cry of the innocent your lullaby.
    ©eniarahblack

  • empresseb 62w

    Serve and Protect

    Serve and protect
    More like hurt and disrespect...
    More like slam me to the ground and rest your knee in my neck
    You've been trained to deal with all situations even the case of resisting arrest
    And I'm certain you didn't get the power to abuse when you received that badge..... that crest
    This is a matter that needs direct and urgent address
    You Mr Government and Mr President elect
    Could you seek to reform the system or are you afraid to make that step
    Or are you waiting until we give up the little faith we have left
    Are you waiting until this has passed our nostrils and we resort to violent protest
    To show how much your entire justice system has us in distress
    I think it's full-time action is taken .....do more and say less
    Because with this constant police brutality we won't make much progress
    Every day there's another incident that results in the tightening of my chest
    But it seems like it's on your ears that YOU wear that bullet proof vest
    EBryan•√•
    ©empresseb

  • ib_kotun 63w

    GOD BLESS MY COUNTRY

    In a world where love and hate live together,
    The clouded minds of the leading men float together,
    Their hearts tainted with envy and lust for money and power,
    The souls of their subjects crying to be found cause they are lost.
    A new generation fighting for something better but their efforts go almost unnoticed because of greed of their leaders.
    Everywhere you look there's something to be sad about.
    Behind me, there's a riot,
    By my right, there are massacres,
    By my left, police brutality,
    And right before my sobbing eyes are starving children so close to death that they can't even move to find food...

    In what world do we live in,
    Where corruption and greed is the order of the day,
    Where a young boy can't walk on the streets without fear for his life,
    Judged based on his appearance.
    Where people are dying of starvation and health issues cause they are financially strafed by greedy leaders who have stolen more than enough but don't care.
    Why isn't the rest of the world bothered by this,
    Why can't our leaders see their faults,
    Why can't our security forces shake hands with us and fight together for a better nation?,
    Instead, they're holding a shotgun to her head waiting for orders to pull the trigger.

    No matter how helpless we might feel,
    It is our duty to never stop fighting,
    It's our duty to never forget,
    It's our duty to never back down.
    The love of Country unites more people than Culture or Tribe or Religion.
    The love of Country has brought us to this point and we need to always, always remember that Power, is in hands of the people.

    Don't stop typing,
    Don't Stop recording,
    Don't Forget...
    We are the only ones who can save our nation from the bullet she's facing.

    God bless you,
    God bless Nigeria, My Country.


    #OneNation
    #EndSars
    #EndBadGovernance
    #StandStrongTogether

    ©ib_kotun

  • teefoma 64w

    Vengeance

    Change they promised
    Yet we're given bullets
    Peace we asked for
    Still we got war

    We seem helpless
    Who will then give us own bullets?
    Vengeance they say
    Belongs to the maker

    How long shall we
    Wait for it to come?
    Release vengeance oh Lord!
    Less they destroy us all.

    They say we should pray for them
    But how can we pray for those
    Who wants us dead?

    With which heart
    Should we pray?
    The bleeding ones or the broken?
    ©teefoma

  • rukiee_b 64w

    IS IT A CRIME TO BE YOUNG?

    Is it a crime to be young ?
    What's the fault in owning an expensive phone,
    A laptop or even driving a flashy car?

    Harassed, arrested and killed on basis of friviolous accusations
    Our voices shut and our rights violated


    We've been turned into the punching bags of these monsters
    Repeatedly assaulted was he, Raped and victimized was she

    Oh! Let us rise and put an end to the oppressors
    That have soiled our lands red
    We have a voice and our voices will be heard!

    #ENDSARS
    #ENDPOLICEBRUTALITYINNIGERIA


    ©rukiee_b