If We Must Die Poem by Oke Olumide

If we must die,
Of this cruel forces and injustice,
If we are powerless
To prevent flaws of this laws,
That is eaten deep into our hearts.
And sting like a sharp end.

If we must die,
In our own Master's hands,
Seeking us with blazing spear
And threatening us with
Cruel ordinance and decree,
For we are buried in his lies and deceit.

If we are to die,
Thier sins have reached to heavens,
Our streets covered with blood,
And our homes scotch like oven,
For thier deeds is our terror.

If we are powerless
To fight injustice,
Our voice should rise and say NO!
Even if we are to die
At thier trigger.

If we must die,
We must die
Like braves with lion's hearts
And never like cowards,
Our blood will rise
And linger with our progenies.