365 days ago was the day Sun melted to the seas
and the day moon wept crimsons
The arm of hope we carried was too short
a paddle for us to swim to the bank of victory
as the wailing of the innocent souls were earshoted by our heads

365 days, The Earth orbited the sun
and the furious songs of the rapid gunshots sounds like yesterday
The dancing bullet cases were too busy to witness
their tenants driving through the higway of our modern heroe's belly on high speed
A loss of a mother waiting for a son to return

365 again, is what we are counting
Their souls a rapid course they laid
A cripple country whose legs were head
The bed of Roses you laid is a bush of thorn
if mother nature can hear, let these courses repeat every 365 days on their children

✍️Folorunsho Mike Iyanuoluwa