His Last Words
Sue me sue,
I have no verdict no alibis,
my advocate is on holiday,
I won't call him,
not even for peanut,
Drag me drag,
who cares,
As long as I stand for justice,
I don't care how much you whip ,
Humble me as much as you can,
Tomorrow you might not be opportune,
'cos today I will fight ,
and die tomorrow,
Cast lots on my shirt
who cares,
Doesn't a messiah have to face that?
Because I will keep fighting you
till you stop pulverizing
the light of the society,
who only are not financially buoyant,
You claim you have power ,
Ain't you supposed to protect them?
Instead they are the ones
who should be protected from you,
You are their nightmares,
Ghost stories to the cradle at night,
And blood thirsty beast
to the grown ups at night
They can't knight your night,
But I can,
I am what needs to be done, to ensure there is good in this land,
Do your worse now!
I won't stop
until you stop.
HIS LAST WORDS
-Abimbola.
Copyright © Abimbola Oluwasola Israel | Year Posted 2016
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