Echoes From The Grave

“Echoes from the Grave”

When earthquakes rumble and thunder strikes,
An echo resounds from beyond the grave.
Only the innocent hear the cries of innocence,
I feel their pain as if I’ve tasted it.

Imagine souls born pure and kind,
Overwhelmed by grand designs that eclipse their presence.
Envision their wishes, their dreams unfolding,
Cut short by fate, their existence truncated.

Their visions, grand dreams, and wishes,
Perished and buried, lost beneath the earth.
Indeed, adding riches to the grave world,
Echoes from the grave, a multitude of voices crying out.

The agony in their voices causes traumatization,
Fear grips my inner man as I hear my little sister’s voice:
“Vengeance! Vengeance!! Vengeance!!!”
Their emphasis on seeking justice for their souls.

They cry out to the government, calling on their joint force,
The Police, EFCC, lawmakers, to provide attention and justice.
Echoes from the grave, a voice cries out loud,
The pressure is high, the demands for the youth are great.

The quest for wealth, the silencing of innocent souls,
The blood sacrifices, the killing of many.
Let the earth empty itself, let the ground be shaken,
They’ve taken much, let them learn rejection.

Let them rise against the wicked, those who end others’ lives,
Let them expose the evildoers, the wolves in sheep’s clothing.
Echoes from the grave, the tears of righteous souls cut short,
I hear their pain, gifted to perceive the communications of death.
Let justice prevail.
By: Dan Chris