Cries of innocent blood

By Atok Dan

Your blood,

Your life have all gone,

Sooner than expected but forever

You were a rare gift in the field of pen

they envied you because of your acumen

The jealous and greedy tribe of our nation slain you

Have all let your precious blood spilled

Your innocent blood he gifted you

You were iconic in your field

 They abhorred your talent

The worthy asset of our house

Your life was banished,

Cries of innocent blood

Your lion heart will survive traumas

Suppressed pressures,

I will live to tell the tale of brevity

For we will never have you again,

Only him who molded you,

Would weigh the cause,

Of what your blood went for,

In a nation where citizens’ lives are priceless

Your departure is an end and a beginning,

Millions of suppressed lives,

 Have gone but neither did pressures lessen

Or even cowed,

But thrilled to pursue a just cause

Cries of innocent blood

For and before none,

Your life has gone like it had already gone

You still wield the impact of worries on them

Their hands still dripping with blood,

And your beloved mother,

Draped in a black robe

Of mourning,

Your wife, kids, and siblings,

 In total desperation

It hefty,

Tomorrow shall it be weighty on them

Rejoice the killers of an innocent soul

Cries of the innocent blood of a man