They Kill, and get thrilled

29 Apr

They kill at will

 They bomb and burn

We lay on sill And wail and mourn

 They go irrepressibly nefarious

 Our cries, depressingly sonorous

 They mock our mourning

And strike without warning

 Helpless protectors, hapless protected

Defenseless, deflated and dejected …

We shrug off the pain and move on

Unquestioning, like a mindless pawn.

Security budget in billions of Naira

But the misery it buys is on fire  

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