BLOODSHOT EYES AND PLACARDS

With bloodshot eyes and placards We're on the streets for our sisters' plight Marching ,chanting and praying For our brothers that lost their lives. We refuse to accept your lies We continue fight for the truth and life And some of you say it's our sister's fault She walked right into this chaos If she didn't, it would have saved us The stress and rumors that are before us. Same thing you said about our daughters Who are still trying to write letters Who are in classes and taught alphabeta. They should have known this would happen They should have known that this uncle Would penetrate after he opens. I wonder how unfeeling you are How you sit back and encourage justice to wither. I tried to accept that you would later See reason with the victim's father Or mother or sister or friend because we're meant to help each other. Remember that girl you held and plundered is indeed someone's daughter.

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Bluerose

17 / F / Abuja, Nigeria

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