Ken Saro - Wiwa Poem by Emmatobs de thought writer

In a hall of realm where injustice reign so cold,
A man is born with a heart of gold,
For in a Galaxy of Star you shine so bright,
In the depth of darkness you serve as a light.

In the delta's sorrow, Ken Saro Wiwa's cry,
A champion of freedom, beneath a tainted sky,
His heart beat for justice, his people's call,
But greed-laden hands let an innocent fall.

A government's betrayal, a dagger in trust,
Silencing his voice, in ashes and dust,
Falsely accused, a puppet in their game,
Innocence shattered, consumed by the flame.

Blood of the martyr, blood of the brave,
Blood of the flower, buried in the grave,
Blood of a soldier, who became lame,
Blood of an hero, burnt into flame.

Pardon, a hollow word for a soul so pure,
Exoneration denied, a wound that'll endure,
A dirge of anguish, a haunting grace,
A story to tell from race to race.

Oh, the emotional river, it overflows,
For a hero in chains, where despair only grows,
Injustice prevails, a stain on the land,
A requiem for Wiwa, written in sand.