Orphanages In Boko-Haram Poem by Ologunde Joshua Abiodun

I am the sun
that shines from about like the sphere
I look down the heart of men
Wickedness became the speech of
tusitala
How could men live with catastrophe
Challenges as tall as a tower
Now orphans; the child cried
They shoot our parentage
They destroyed all we had
Father dies in tears, the child shouted;
Boko-Haram! why kill them
They never know you!
You engraved them with ruthless
triggers
School futures in good labels
But you came with an elegy song
You made fracas horrendously
heinous
Making us homeless could be
lightened
Why also tantalize the future
Massacre! I call you;
Nomenclature raised in my mind
If only I could empty the sea with a
cup
Why kill innocent blood?
Why grow the grass with blood?
If live could teach repugnant
The detestation in my heart is hard to
be broken
We trust in God for help
To flood-out the past pasted print
Oh come! Oh come to our aid;
Oh Chineke!
In the night, I lightened my lantern;
In the daylight, I carry about my
lantern; looking for an honest heart
to trust.