Sorrow fills my heart
Like a target board attacked with darts.
Agony massages my heart
With her hands so tender and mild.
It started like a joke
But now, we are soaked.
Drenched in your callous attacks
Of making destruction your task.
As your name, Boko Haram,
You make brutish harms,
Western education you claim illegitimate
But your cakes are processed from it.
Many innocent lives you’ve murdered
And you seem not to be bothered.
You’ve brought tears to many eyes
And our souls repeatedly sigh.
As the ground stares at the rain,
We helplessly wonder how long you‘ll reign.
Our hopes lie on a God
Who alone can save us according to His words.
It's... Wow! I love the thought and how well you executed it. Bravo brother!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really good poem. Good write.