POETRY OF CONSCIOUSNESS: "END SARS-POLICE BRUTALITY" BY CYRA

We just thought of myths 

look reality to death 

killing being like a routine 

ooh poor justice 

We thought for perfect ruling 

but hence government is on us but not for us 

ooh poor Nigeria 

why didn't we knew earlier 

Screams of agony 

wails at dawn mornings 

loud cries without tones 

ooh Nigerians for whom are we 

Thousands are injured 

hundreds are now under the tunnel 

still brutality is demanding more 

we lack the communication channel 

ooh poor Nigeria 

What can we do?

 police with no humanity 

treating us in harsh brutality 

end SARS is our unity 

Our mothers raped in front of us 

our sisters beyond human and sexually harassed 

Dads and sons killed for no mercy 

children running all over 

Happy faces appear on the rivers of blood 

our own soldiers painting our own black colour red 

sufferings chaos all sort of evils 

we thought democracy would have worked 

but...

democracy vitiated to autocracy 

Our own flag weeps 

Nigeria itself bleeds 

humiliated individuals pleads 

my weapon much screeds .

Ooh Nigeria!

for how long will we suffer 

our hope is no longer with us 

death is no longer a fate.

DRIPPING PEN 

(CYRA THE POET)

The poet persona laments over the reduction of human lives and properties by the Nigerian POLICE, SARS. This bard adds that this body should be halted from operation in Nigeria.