Bring Me His Head Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

Bring me his head
tell me where to find him
Its an old saying that
deep calls to the deep
Then we hear him calling
Ranting of bullets were heard
He was whisk away to his fate
He left his hideout to meet his kinsmen
He thought his own will make him live

Bring me his head
tell me where he lived all those years
There we will visit him with hell
Led away like a bounty prey
He was wasted at dusk hour of yesterday

Bring me his head when you find him
another tale of BokoHaram repeating itself
I hope we never see his smoke rising
in the midst of injustice and fallen system