kudirat Abiola

The dream
a hope
The struggle
a triumph
The annulment
an injustice
The proclamation
an incarceration
The cause
an uprising
The mum
a lone voice amongst her peer
The woman
a realization
The lone loud voice
a silence

she was silenced
hot lead in hot blood
melted on an unmarked spot
save for secrecy
will you ever tell
if you were there
who killed Kudi

we celebrated her
with our mind reminding time
when shall thou tell
but for another death
That renewed our hope
How will we ever know
That she was killed for
Fifty thousand naira.

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