Call To War Poem by Haruna Garba

Loud and clear is the voice
The throat of the Uncle
Voice calling to emergency

Discard your tools
Abandon the workshops
Come to kin's job
To every trade give a leave

Discard every book
No business is worth this cause
History outshines all

Come home diaspora brothers
Diaspora mothers come back
You are used to bleeding for the child

The adolescents can't be this deaf
Come and carry the tools of war
Your statures are apt to them
Secured have we enough
So come home and have their feel
Allies are bent on stocking us