The sands mixed with blood
Blood coming from our undying bodies
They thought us strong, good and fine
But our courage comes out of pure sign
Pure signs that comes out of conviction
But done in contemplation

Our stories are beautiful
But not without pains
With many road blocks
We match in hope

Some end it in Shame
Owing to the difficulties of life
Shame of taking their own lives
Life that couldn’t be saved even by them

For us the living
Future is our consolation
Future laced in freedom

Elochukwu Ohagi