Chibok! ! !
Oh streets of chibok!
Filled with sad memories,
Estranged families, full of fear.
Sad people, from my eyes dropped
A tear drop.
Memories of our children,
Stolen to be sold.
A story of terror which is true and left untold.
What will stop the terror, when in our custody the chief of staff we hold.
Mindless politics
An unaltruisic mechanic
Please we need our children.
Forget ambitions and make their
search emphatic.
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