Boko Haram's Blueprint Poem by habib akewusola

BOKO HARAM'S BLUEPRINT.
Happy worshipers dance,
Sending praises to her
Redeemer.
Sound from guns is the instrument
That intercepts every song,
Bomb has become duplicate
For expressing love.
Various kiosk has closed up,
No one sells my regular
Palm frond.
You fill proud destroying this
Present world
Carrying toothless tongues,
You search to relocate any
Church situated in the north.
Don't be a coward,
Come and speck with one voice,
Even if you are pronounced
Deaf and dumb,
Show me signs your war
Hasn't been cursed.
Virgin blood are spilled into
My soil,
Mass grave instead of farming
Maize.
I can identify some of these
Selfish hawks
Fighting for slots at all cost.
Explosion is your blueprint
For reaching the top,
I hear you wear horns
Claiming to be Fulani's
Son.
Boko Haram is a tatted shop
Would be eliminated by a
Collective tractor.
I now protect the security
Force
His gun just got burnt
All his swords are also blunt.
Lets await the rhythm of a
New song,
Hold hands and walk towards
Luck sited in between joy,
Niger can never spoil,
Who will claim
He knows my source?
Don't make my faith become
A disgrace
Your ways are extinct trace
On the lane of waste,
To eventually fail in shame.