Echoes Of Sorrows Poem by Miracle Asuquo

Our lips delights in grieve
as misfortune strikes our tongue
we've lost our voices like the ant
to the mournful tunes of death
our land is proliferated with spoilt of souls who slumped to the triggers
hewed down with bullets
and deprived of life and existence

our land echoes in agony
as we pant for survival
we watch our brothers and sisters
turns prey to blood sucking snipers
once our brothers but now villains
stopping the heart beat of many
with incessant bombshell

sorrows echoes aloud in the north
even more in sambisa
our streams flows blood
even our Rivers with human remains
our land is doomed
ill-luck nestles us passionately
as we behold daily sambisa civil war.