Tyranny Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

From the brook of hegemony,
My heart is dazzled on what could make a life in this tyrannical context.
Tyranny? Oh this has eaten deep in our hood.
In our honoured attires they're ushered to the state house.

All thought with the purity of heart they've come
To flush the stains making us stagnant
Yet blindfolded to making us lamb for their kinsmen.
Peacefully our agitations were spelt.
In return stray in display and clean the shit.

Justitia, oh! Justitia.
Where have you been?
Why allowing your veil open,
Scales and sword dropped?
Your priests are sabotages of your prowess.

While the culprits in their jets cruz on the streets.
No honour to the dead.
Those alive are half dead
Who's here to save us?

Neither Amotekun nor Sunday Igboho could.

All of them are of the same clan.
Even the human right activists are not humane.
A brown envelope is enough to shut the mouth.

Dear creator.
In you we put our trust
The voice of the voiceless needs you
Else your beloved would cry like Abel.