In high spirits we’re dressed
Looking fresh and fly we set out to leave
With so much glow on our faces
Oh! What a day it’ll be
Screeching to a halt the Sienna stood beside us
Armed with guns, machetes and uniforms
“To serve and Protect” that slogan an irony
With screams and shouts, we’re battered in fear
As slowly our faces, its glow was gone
Not an idea of what crime we’d done
The butt of a gun sitting still on my head
Treated with disdain as you would an animal
Cocking his rifle, the bang came with scornful laughs
A thudding sound as Ade’s body hit the ground
A tiny hole on his chest forever dimming his light
“Officer wetin we do”
Streaks of blood meandered through my face
“Una dey look fresh and fly. These small children, you must be criminals!”
DHESERT CHEQUER
