The Moody, The Fighter Poem by Eustace Dunn

The shocking news came like a mocking thunder
Making us run helter-skelter without a helper.
We began to ponder as others looked for shelter.
It pierced into our hearts like a piece of matter
Like the bullet of a hunter

It was the news,
It came early in the year as the early morning dews
This compelled us to pay some dues.
A few gathered many to tell the news.
It was injustice again without notice.
How long will they remain in office?
We shall not maintain a piece of peace
Until we regain our right then we shall fight.
We shall fight against these shackles of injustices
As they removed our subsidy as if it’s a malady.

As the uniformed men without contest
Killed our innocent men in the protest,
So we shall all fight in one motion
So we shall all march as one nation
Crossing the rivers of Niger and Benue
Then we shall make the government our own way.