The 234 Chiboks' Cry Poem by STEPHEN IZEVBEKHAI

The 234 Chiboks' Cry



Oh Chibok
Looking at the sky
I stutter to pronounce thee
But my heart quake in aches

I wonder in directionless trek
Drowned in the plantations of agonies
With hopes lost
To the struggles of a long dark night
In anticipation for a bright dawn

Freedom calls
Freedom speaks
Crying 'bring back our girls'
And i yearn to fly
To loosen bonds
But i am held restrained in captivity
My lips sealed to glue
My cries to no avail

I lose my way
I lose an hour
Like a decade spent out of school
My future is denied
And my tears litter in pieces
Still my heart beats in hopes
Perhaps someday
I might be rescued from
The arms of terror

Here i am
An African woman
And your missen sisters
Representing 234 nations
Whose cries makes
The headlines of your news
Hoping that one day
I might be rescued from
The arms of terror

Saturday, May 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Freedom
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