By Ben Ezeohagwu
Survivors of the
night attacks,
we have become
in our roots,
night gunshots
from unknown gunmen,
as terror bandits
hold sway
with their boots.
Invade villages, towns, cities,
raze many houses,
shoot, maim, kill
in their loots.
Casualties rise,
without Hospitals, Police, Courts,
in protection and defense, for their hoots.
Survivors of the
night attacks,
we have become in our roots,
So many helpless,
sustain injuries,
many deaths, from ferities,
so heinous, as rage furies,
in degrees vary.
Survivors of the
night attacks,
we have become
in our roots,
Incessant attacks, deaths,
by criminals, mercenaries and terrorists,
seem as government, long overthrown,
without resistance to terrorists, bandits.
where is the Head, or helms?
Survivors of the
night attacks,
we have become
in our roots,
No one seems safe,
Jema’a, Zangon-kataf, and Kaura,
In southern kaduna,
crooked helms against other strong breed,
pains, tears, fears, blood, deaths,
bleed in drains away in pains.
where is our Government?
where are the soldiers, enforce curfew
against incessant attacks, killings?
Is it government play tricks like freaks?
bandits, terrorists so free,
in their glee, so thrill
in their rush and dozens to kill.
Survivors of the
night attacks,
we have become
in our roots.
Ezeohagwu won the Onigraffiks Prize for Literature (2017). He is Professor of Graphonomy and Chancellor, African American University, Porto-Novo, Republic of Benin.
Email: benezeohagwu@yahoo.com
www.africanamericanuniversity.org
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