MURDER CRIED

Ay! These friends are snared.

Truth, conscience, justice, fairness and equity
They wept bitterly here,
There eyes falling frenzy fast from
Their socket sucking severely the shame
“Cold murder cried thus”

Each weary moment, a weary journalist

Falls here, bleeding from the wounds,
Crying from the endless hindrances.
Times uncountable, they receive blows
For guarding the truth, telling the tale
“Cold murder cried thus”

Are your hands not heavy with blood?

Are your minds not satisfied of the number you sent to Sheol?
Have you not grimaced duties of this watchmen enough?
Are you not happy that your tantrums mourn the remains of the “Fourth Estate”?
Are your tunics not heavy enough from the sweat of your sagacious murder?
“Cold murder cried thus”

Dele Giwa the first to swallow

Your deadly morsel, the authorities are yet to give the autopsy.
So many pen pushers have fallen
Even to this day, even in the hands of democracy.
Truth and its garrison fall everyday here
“Cold murder cried thus”

They know, if not, why do they trample the bill?

That bill whose duty is to cocoon truth.
They said this truth is as bitter if not more as the gall.
Is that why they fling the sword to kill without mercy?
Drawing the conscience of a nation through a squalid sewage,
“Cold murder cried thus”

A ruler once said, “Give me government

Without a press, and a press without a government,
I swear, I’ll choose the latter”.
A nation that does nothing at the
Murder of its conscience is a nation near its grave.

A nation which folds its arms at the

Demise of its Fourth Estate, is a
Nation falling apart. A nation that
Strikes no action when its voice dies
Un-naturally, dies mysteriously….

Of a dreaded disease, worse than leprosy.

“Cold murder cried aloud”.

BY: CHUKWUEMEKA OKORIE