Who Gave The Order? Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Roaming the street,
My heart is weighed
On the things that made it bothered
Nevertheless feeling its impact.

It goes round to being
What could have made my heart downcast
Ironu sori agbakodo laisesin
Truly it's gone to the death

Don't ask or bother me
What could've made lamentations be my songs
This we've been and committed on ourselves
What a journey making us lesser beings

As saints we put this yoke on
In our quest for love
Deadly choice was made
In the placement of crown

Where do we go from here
As our voice is made shallow
Silencing them that should have made our heirs
For a demand unwilling to meet

In thousands
unity of purpose was made manifest
As diversity was made unique and with respect
Helping another in the service of the gods

In a twinkle of the eyes
Everywhere was sprayed
Not of money for boys
But of that making our friends swim in their blood

Yet all blames rest on an order
Who gave the order
Who gave the order
The mother earth should let the person's generation suffer

Corruption, malpractices and greed
Leave us alone
We're suffering too much in your hands
Let not the demise of the innocent be in vain

Our blood is crying for help
A year has passed without prosecution of the offenders
Yet all being worse without meal on the table
This is the cross we've placed on our shoulders

How best can this be
To be in a country
Where life is easy
How soon could this be

With your prayers and your PVC,
The mountains will fall for all to see