Silence Is Consent

When blood flows through the Benue,
but we all turn to face the Niger,
what do we say to the merchants of manslaughter?
Let it flow.

When blood flows through Enugu,
but we feel safe and secure in Lagos,
what do we say to the rapers of farmers' wives?
Carry go, no shaking.

When blood flows through Ikorodu on the alter of 'O',
but we are surrounded by police in Alausa or Ikoyi,
what do we say to the ritualists' ministers?
The more, the merrier.

The truth is bitter but it is better,
only tomorrow will be our judge,
and we may never pay for our silence,
but there will always be blood on our hands.

Today, our silence is consent.



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