As lowly folks strode the accustomed paths
It seems unplanned but we each recite the same dreadful song
October 1st, 2018, we all wonder
What might happen?
Since 2016, Objects of law and order deemed to save and protect us, have spread poison
Babies, mothers, fathers, the youths, we all shake in terror of them.
It may sound funny but my liitle nephew (2year-old) now knows the sound of their coming and always makes sure to take to his heels on sight. It’s a troubling scene to watch.
Everyday sings a sad tune
Who’s soul has been taken?
For each one butchered down, the masses pay the price
10 more of us will go
Many villages torched down
No one can understand our pain
Since when has clueless citizens become targets of the military
As if taking out some personal vendetta our deadcount is fattened with each hour
We are the ones wounded
We are the ones imprisoned in unknown destinations, even our families left clueless
Some have never return
And those who made it back, came as vegetables
There’s no hiding from them
not the bushes,
not our houses
Stealing from us,
Raping our mothers, sisters and daughters
Killing of children born and those unborn
Why then would we not take refuge from the presumed terrorists
After all they fight for us, they protect us.
Why then will the youths not take up arms against our dear security forces when they are killed on sight no questions asked
Who can stand the slaughter of their entire family and remain idle. This is no joke.
You need to come keep account of the number of trucks filled with weapons of all sought that come into our villages and towns on daily basis (At least 7 daily).
They start the fight in environments filled with unarmed civilians.
We count our losses with our teeths and wonder who will be next hoping it’s neither us nor the other.
So we stand and fight!
To the world’s eyes this must be music to their ears. A very interesting story. We must be the terrorists.
They claim to understand and sympathize with us but we know better than that
We’ve been fooled for so long and our idiocy has become our wisdom
Our pain has become our cure and will fight till the last of us in the mother womb is killed
Come see the way our natural resources are been exploited. Watching it been transported draws out tears cause I know our poverty increases.
Too much of it continuing becomes poison
God help justice prevail
Cause if this era of bloodshed ends against us, my people and I will surely be worst than the slaves we thought we were.
Long ago we begged them for dialogue but they made us realize their foul ways.
We learned the hard way and now none of us can be taken without them feeling the heat.
We will not cry the repeated tears of history in vain