My mind was working very fast
All people must be liquidated in blast
I had full proof plan to implement
Precise blast was to come off in heavy movement
I was paid with large sum
No bullet was to be fired from any gun
The blast effect was to be powerful
The people behind it were very much hopeful
I am not aware of any ideology
But I am blinded by teachings of their body
It may be called hatred but has cone out of frustration
It has no relevance for human consideration
I think little about its impact
I may be labeled as terrorist for subversive act
It may be called heinous or termed as an anti state activities
Everything will be depended on my capabilities
I regret for being called terrorist
Why do the people call us by that name or insist?
Are we not fighting for some goal?
Is it not to be called holly call?
Someone had briefed me and warned
I may be hanged for such acts or externed
Much depended upon my camouflage hide out
People were to be unaware about me to talk about
"We will be heavenly abode if died in encounter"
"We will be called martyrs if hanged behind jail doors"
I fail to realize the real objective or outcome at the end
But they have created an overall impact on my mind as friend
Tomorrow may be acid test for my final plan
I don't know what it will be called if failed the van
What if whole of explosives failed to materialize?
I have now no option to go back and realize
My mind was working very fast All people must be liquidated in blast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seen by 5 Efe Light Sakpere likes this. Efe Light Sakpere Good poem. Islamic boko Haram r terrorizing xtians in Nigeria especially those in d northern part of d country, almost every sunday (xtians worship day) , they set bombs in d churches to kill pple. Countless souls av gone - dead! 10 hours ago via mobile · Like