Satire 104 Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Abubakar Shekur died yesterday
So said our militant with kind lips.
He resurrected today and die the next
day in a shoot out with the military men.
He is a superman who doesn't die at once!
He has more weapons than they have and
They continue to kill him without weapons.


Our Militant group are so powerful
Killing one person more than four times,
And he is yet to die with his arsenals.
Oh, what a sweet lips we all have in here!
Lips like that of the serpent of old time,
Like the lips of a politician in Africa!
We decieved ourselves ourselves no one to blame.


(C) John Chizoba Vincent
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