A nonymous poet: Tell my mother I was unarmed. Tell my father I had the flag in my hands when I was shot. Tell the unborn Generation that I died singing the national anthem. Tell the cowards who shot me that my spirit lives on in the life of every good Nigerian youth. Tell the government that they shot my body but not my spirit… …Let God judge me, I am only sorry for the pain of leaving you this early. My prints will forever remain in the sands of history for I have done my time based on the path I chose freely and willingly. Now that my torment is over…. I know that freedom is coming, yes freedom will come tomorrow. https://www.vanguardngr.com/2020/10/tell-my-mother-i-was-unarmed/