Ignorance Mare Us Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

When we were boy,
We were the warriors of the town
Chasing little girls up and down the hills.
When we were babies, our mothers searched
Into our faces for meaning of life.
As we grow, we were larger than life itself,
The world was blind to us all but we were
The defining moment of the century.

But now, our eyes speak of pains after our
Pride had been casted out and guns were
Given to us to kill and destroy.
We were taught how to carry guns around
The nook and crannies of the neighbourhood,
We fought for ignorance in the presence of the girls
Whilst they watch with watery innocent eyes.

The breast milk was taken away from our mouth,
We were taken from the care of our mothers
To the callous harsh weather, to the warfront;
To the street where shame makes one better.
We are boys with guns parading to kill and destroy,
Boys denied of mother' love and father' care.

Ignorance mare us, guns took away our shames,
And made us heartless beings from the Booku Haarm
Insecurity made us who we are- the heartless boys
We are boys whose souls has gone into captivity.
We were forbidden to see the four corners of the classroom; for they were afraid of change of heart from the BH.
We have become a nightmare in the younger day.

'Throw the bomb here, match forward; kill! '
That is the order we hear from the BH camp,
A guilty bloody camp of sealed hell.
'Aim, destroy, demage, shoot! ! Rah! ! Rah! ! !
That is the language of our masters in BH camp.
O ignorance is a bad diseas to the bearer!
We wish we could come back to our senses but
Time is fast roding by and blood has covered our eyes,
We wait anxiously for the day our skulls will
Fall off from our neck and we ascend heaven to meet
The virgins, in every death, a busy world come to an end.