Blood To Ashes

blood to ashes blood he was born like every child trained and brought up in a poor community among the hungry needy ones was his neighbourhood he was an innocent young boy who never stole any thing for any reason only but one day ashes catch him catch him stop him stop him ole thief ole thief he heard behind him as he walked innocently with the bag of provision on his hands suddenly he was overcrowded with too many hands all around his body slapping kicking wiping him chanting kill him beat him ole thief ole thief get the fuel get the car tire let's burn him away ole thief ole thief he wipe he cried he tried to speak prove his innocent but the heavy armed crowd could not allow him so sad so bad he was killed burnt like an animal they keep feeding the fire until he was burnt to ashes blood to Ashes what a life he was born in the ghetto he died in the ghetto at the end after the whole torture after the whole burning it was so sad that he was mistaken for another thief another person who stole a pack of milk in a provision store and escape while been Chase by the heavy crowd for him note I dedicate this poem to stop the jungle justice in Nigeria this is so common people taking laws into their hands R.I.p to all the victims say no to jungle justice