I’m a ghost, living in the world of the living
My funeral, louder than my living.
Every one mourning for my silence.
Declaring war against my killer
Peaceful war they called it.

I’m a ghost, living in the world of the living
Everyone with their version of my story
Igniting emotions that last long in the subconscious
Elders justifying my killers’ action
Youths protesting for justice
But from dust was I formed
To dust I have returned

I’m a ghost, living in the world of the living
Death wasn’t enough for a revival 
20 bodies and still counting in the grave
Was what was needed for a revival
One of which I belong to

I’m a ghost, living in the world of the living
I’m a hero as long as this war continues
Soon to be forgotten after the storm is stilled
I’m a ghost, living in the world of the living

#ForTheLivesWeLostToSars#
ForTheLivesWeLostToPoliceBrutality

By Rachael Ifaturoti (Instagram Pearl Poems)
Read the stories from Nigeria’s latest protests against Police Brutality and Bad Governance here