The Wicked Live On

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A paradox reigns, in endless sway, The good perish, while the wicked thrive, In this land, where virtue's brief, and vice survives. Patriots fall, like autumn's leaves, Assassinated, poisoned, for their noble deeds, Their voices silenced, before their time, As darkness feeds on justice's prime. Bola Ige, Barnabas Igwe, Marshall Harry too, Ogbonnaya Uche, Ken Saro-Wiwa, and more, anew, Their memories linger, like a mournful sigh, As tyranny's grip tightens, and hope says goodbye. Gen. Aguiyi Ironsi, Gen. Murtala Muhammed, fell, Their legacies lost, in a tragic spell, For how long shall the good people die? When will justice dawn, and tyranny's night pass by?