UNVEILING THE VEIL OF INJUSTICE
Injustice, a tale as old as time,
Echoes through the ages, a perpetual crime.
From Amos' scriptural cry to traditional Ifa's call,
The holy Quran and Bible, too, denounce injustice's thrall.
Yet, why do people struggle to uphold what's right?
The wealthy steal millions, but negotiate their plight.
No punishment, no sentence, just a slap on the wrist,
While the poor, with nothing to offer, are crushed, and their lives, dismissed.
In African lands, innocent souls are jailed each day,
Their freedom, a luxury, they cannot afford to pay.
A young man's fate, a stark reminder of this cruel plight,
Sentenced to death for stealing a fowl, 14 years of endless night.
His parents, worn by grief, their hearts, a heavy burden bear,
Their son, a victim of injustice, with no one to care.
How did we sink so low? Who'll rise to right this wrong?
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: the poor must unite, and be strong.
United, they can challenge the predators in human disguise,
And fight against injustice, with a collective, courageous cry.
Copyright © Philip Abayomi Olorunfemi | Year Posted 2024
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