How do you want us
To forget, that gloomy,
Crummy, cloudy day, that
Bolted with our brothers' blood?
How do you want us
To forget, that lousy,
Poxy, rotten hours, that
Ran off with our sisters' strength?
How do you want us
To forget, that awful,
Harmful, dreadful time, that
Dug a grave in our hearts?
We will never forget
That day, that buried our souls,
After slaughtered us,
Like knacker's yard,
Because, we fought for freedom.
Hassan Abubakar Olamilekan
Mystery PEN
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Powerfully and movingly penned from the heart. A poignant bit of verse