This poem is a result of how I felt when their was the news of the boko haram killing yorubas in the north. I would appreciate all comments.
Once a place of peace
Now an abode of sorrow
With the way massacre increase
We have no hope for the morrow
Unity and cooperation were our watchwords
What we called pride is inthe gutter
Even those who call themselves Lords
Lament and their tears, rivers of water
Our mothers are crying
Our fathers are suffering
And watch their labour burning
What will become of us?
There seem no way of escape
Do they think we are happy for our loss?
And the girls enjoy rape?
Look we at them with disdain
We are all but afraid
Our only weapon; complain
We use when we witness the fall of fellow comrades.
Solution is our cry,
our leaders where art thou?
The reasons we elected you, you’ve not fulfilled
And do you think to thy wishes we will bow?
Your judgements and actions are foul, we now believe
Take active actions and wipe away our tears
You hath no choice, ’cause that’s your call
Our loss you watch and our greatest fear
Is you wouldn’t be there when we fall.
Do something cause we are in pains
Don’t watch whilst we suffer in the hands of savages
All we Labored for and our gains
Including our lives and wages
Are all threatened
What can we do
We don’t have to be frightened
Lets just hope there would be good.
Our leaders, stand to defend thy people
Afore this sect destroys thy nation
Just for religion and tribe we’ve been crippled
Even with the promise of renovation
So obsessed, they kill all for knowledge
And how is that the traders’ fault?
Why was the idea not nullified
When our pioneer leaders introduced the thought.
And now we all decide
To refuse punishment that’s not ours In our hearts it reside
The solution that take hours.