<hr>

 ![image](https://img.esteem.ws/wsp03f7yic.jpg)

<hr>
<center><i>Speed up your trial and Daniels judgment in a month
With or without necessary evidence
And suppress the emerging truth
So that you have your evil way
They know it now
They know why

Push you hangman's noose
Into nine necks times nine
And let that ALUTA-JUSTICE
Overwhelm outer justice
They know it now
They know it well

Send a million emissaries of rift
To far away distant lands
To Polish your dented face
And make you saintly in their eyes?
They know you now
They know you well

Make ten thousand publications
And circulate them free of charge
That you may be saintly in clean
Though, still emersed in your victims blood
They cannot be moved
They will never be moved.

Pay for a thousand support demonstrations
To boast your already dead image
And keep it still afloat?
Although you have silenced the voice
Rising for.....from the minority
Voices shall rise again
Voices! In defiance of your noose

And so, when you kill the man
Something remains undone
A thing much more than the man
You may kill the man but not his name
And so he lives beyond your knowing
You may not know it
But you should know it.</i></center>
<hr>
Peom composed by me and my uncle
<hr>

Image source: [1](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ken_Saro-Wiwa)

<hr>

https://steemitimages.com/DQmcGTgE9ztQ7QmWESyE7uVqLrUqfbAa1fsTCod6dmsFYjP/generic.gif

<hr>

https://steemitimages.com/DQmZAE2uEQuUBRWPcmr1YYQn8CbPJUTVuTp8CuDM9RsQdzj/received_1992879140947051.jpeg