Bullet Hymnal. Poem by Bieze Josphat

If you must break me
Spare my eyes
That sees the pieces
Spare my head
That hosts my eyes
Spare my neck
That holds my head.

If you must break me
Spare my hands
That collect the pieces
Spare my mouth
That narrate the story
Spare my brain
That coordinates them.

But you cowards
Of your country
Won't spare even
The hearts.

Won't spare happiness
In a champagne glass
Raged with madness
Of bullet jets like grass.

You won't spare joy
On children faces
Not even toys
Deserve such offences.

Won't spare comfort
Of a bus ride
And teachers' effort
Of Nurturing National pride.

Won't spare our girls
In pursuit of education
You rape their guts
Of acquiring emancipation.

Warriors wage NOT war
On unarmed
You coward foe
Hear resentment alarm.

Warriors wage NOT war
On girls
Or take them far
From their pals.

A real warrior
Lock Horns
With the other
Warrior fellows.