All Is Well Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

I tried to forced a smile but my lips won't move
All my body could respond to is sorrowful news
Over and over again, the bloody slaying is the prove
No one who ought to know can tell what it was
All around in my own town was red flowing liquid
As heads fall off necks and rolled on the floor like balls
The crying of a mama in this trying time is the killing of another son
Yet no where to run to for a shade even under this scorching sun
We condemn... I condemn... Mr. President expressed shock
Why I die to die again, in a manner I wouldn't liked to die
Yet they go free and are paroled and I die again at the ticking clock
So far i am not a hundred but only a forty five that there lifeless lie
It doesn't matter if before at the hall, I've been kidnapped
And now I am slaughtered like a ram for a blissful salah
Things just will still move on because we are in a country side
Where nothing mattered except when it is they that are victims
As far as it me, myself and I, in the dwellings of struggles
We can die or get killed by anything, it is only nothing.
An echo of the cry that the only good Nigerians are the dead ones.
The only thing we get!
What a sad tale told to unlistening listening ears with a lobe
Out of many in this theatre of blood and death, a talk of the globe
How shall this end? When will we be tired of the question
'How do we get here? '
My home were i owed nothing, not even a room, yet,
My blood wet the soil, my heads roll down the hills of my farmland
In a gory sight so severe than Calvary 2000 years ago
Our eyes can't bring fourth tears, we only heave and sigh
For we have seen much more worst than this through time
It has always been so,
In Odi, in Edo, in Jos, in Benue, in Enugu, in Lekki, in Kano, in Ibadan
In Festac and over time, in Borno, again, in Borno and again and again, in Borno
From young mothers sent to school, to harmless innocent ones in street hawking
To poor farmers in our farmlands tilling and toiling.
Without shame, Generals and Chiefs are ranting nonsense
Crying woes! Blaming the blame
Without an iota of shame.
No action against the enemy of us all.
Will this shooting and bombing be
If a bullet on stray journey kiss a Chief or General?
Aso will cry and fight, armoured tanks will roll out
Armies mightier than U.S and Russia combine
will come out of Dordan Barrack,4-brigade...
And Sambisa shall be a land of Olive branch
For it is us the common ones, the nobodies
Sambisa can Rest in power for more twenty years
While we can Rest in Peace without the peace too
Even at that, we know, all is well
In this perilous time, we shall overcome
Because, for this blood we are sharing, there is God Ooooh!
And it is very very sad!
-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu, Deadman Alive