Bring them Home
When did our children become mere figures?
When did 234 represent the lives of our young ones?
When did our future turn to past?
234 or 274, we want answers.
Bring back all of them: dead and captured
Release them! Release them all! Release our own!
You are definitely not part of us
That’s why you haunt us down
Stealing from us from dusk to dawn
Masked faces, cowardly killers
Education is the gateway to self- discovery
Our light out of the looming dark
Yet you claim its robbery
How dare you dare us to learn?
We know better to cower under your oppression
We don’t seek direction from blind fools!
Though your decaying blood-spills pollute our air,
We would breathe
Though the fleeing dust aroused by your intrusion
disturb our vision
We are not without vision
In the midst of the cries of our disvirgined flowers
We hear a tearing sound of your miserable defeat
Our victories, your losses
The forced water -burst of the undue pregnant one
has yielded the
seed that would soon crush your decaying skull
We used to cry that death was man’s greatest foe,
you have taken its place
Cowards!
All you are capable of is stealing the wind
Yet you yourselves are not sure of tomorrow
What an irony of the hopeless killing Hope to obtain
hope.
You could have raped the bodies of our future home
makers
But you cannot come near their souls nor kidnap
their spirits
Your doom comes faster than it is said
When you will be raped and ripped of your undeserved
life and
corrupted sunshine
And every pint of blood of tens of thousands you
sucked
Would be squeezed from you
Blood for blood, flesh for flesh, virginity for your
genitals
Even mercy will turn red at your mention
Who gave you birth?
Whose breast milked you?
What calamity has she bred?
You were not meant to be
Leave them alone leave us alone
Fly away as far as you can monstrous freaks
Frankenstein’s is better than you
This is the land of the living not cemeteries
This land is for humans not beasts!
I would declare my freedom and still allow
the fresh breeze to play on my visage
And though what I hear has left me with no ears
Yet will I not stir
I would listen with my spirit
to the melodies that faith proclaim
For when next you strike
Your strokes will wither
When they come down on the peaceful
They will become wasted
Dispersing back to their senders as missiles
For we are not without Help
His rod and staff, they comfort us
He is a shield and a hedge around us
He’s our spokesperson
He would turn your strategies into a joke
And maim your name
For with your acts, you have declared yourselves
gods
And denied the existence of God…
That was the day you failed!
You boast of omnipresent abilities;
the one who existed before existence will strike
your presence
You take the ones He made for His pleasure?
You have dug your graves!
EDUCATION has come to stay
The Sun has strengthened its shine
The day just began.
#Bringbackourgirls
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