The EndSARS Black Tuesday

Dark is the night,
Darker the soul,
Fathomless depths,
Stories to be told;

We were not armed,
but killed at the war front,
We meant no harm,
Yet our lives are gone;

We've been cut off,
In the middle of our days,
Our lives had been cut short,
Without a delay;

Our stars are darkened,
And fallen from the sky,
All our dreams have been stolen,
By this awful strife;

We thought we would fly,
Someday to lift our nation high,
Now our journey has ended,
But the struggles had just begun;

All we needed was a better nation,
A country that is worth a home,
But what we received was destruction,
A pain that took us to eternal home;

There was an anthem in our mouths,
And Flags in our hands,
We sat on the ground,
Begging for a chance.

The hard souls had no mercy,
They listened not to our cries,
They removed every CCTV,
And turned off our lights;

Tonight, our blood weeps,
The stain on the flag is the witness,
That once in history,
A nation wasted its innocent citizens;

If being a Nigerian was a crime,
You should have told us on time,
Maybe we would have found a better place,
Then get slaughtered this way.

Yes! Bullets have pierced our brains,
And slit our throats,
Our bodies have felt the pains,
But safer is our souls;

We died as heroes of our time,
A generation of change,
Youths who fought for their rights,
Youths who shall never relent;

Ours has ended,
But the struggle continues,
Someday in history,
Someone will surely remember,

"The Black Tuesday",
That night of pain,
The Black Tuesday,
the day we were slain!