Saints Triumphant Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Now that the veil is unveiled
the truth bursted out like wild fire
it was a massacre
how did we get here?
who cursed Africa?

When you finally travel to yonder place
and your eyes are closed fully to death
what will be your testimony?
what will be your legacy?
blood.

Beyond political, educational and tribal lines
we lost our fears to unity of purpose
we lifted our voices and raised our flags
until powers beyond 'their control' stepped in
and made our sun set at noonday.

Our departed are now with the saints triumphant
they died in active service craving reforms
God took them away from evil days to come
but where will you and your generation be?
because the blood will surely speak.

Ours is not goodnight but goodbye
because we'll meet again in yonder place
where the water is purer and grass greener.
They tried to manipulate and conceal the blood
but the blood of our Abels will speak.