Boko dirge – We are not terrorists

by Dr Soyombo Ayomikun

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‘Western Education’ was once the toast on our lips

We dreamt of the day when we’ll be able to write ‘food’ & ‘smile’

Then after drinking all of the knowledge something snapped

Nauseous we sought to vomit all we learnt

‘Boko’ that used to be our love then became ‘Haram’

It was dawn & I shuffled out of home

In pursuit of dreams seeming sweetly palpable

Then lifeless & sprawled on the floor I saw a mother-chick

Mangled by perhaps a driver who got divorced from pity

Beside it I saw a baby-chick also giving no damn

Frantically pecking on mother-chick as if on a seasonal banquet

This silly vision thugged at my heart

Rousing anger, & fright, & questions

Anger towards the baby-chick feasting on her own

Showing no remorse,guilt or respect

Fright as it occurred to me that baby-chick could be possessed

Questions about ignorance being the cause & that I may be entirely wrong

Then I remebered how we murdered in Aluu

Four hefty dreams ordered in a march of shame

With souls,Nigerians,screaming ‘crucify them’

As if they were the Man that promised to rise after the third day

Can’t forget the scene when fire was thrown on those hearts

The gory image as their bodies convulsed in death

‘Western Education’ was once the toast on our lips

We dreamt of the day when we’ll be able to write ‘food’ & ‘smile’

Then after drinking all of the knowledge something snapped

Nauseous we sought to vomit all we learnt

‘Boko’ that used to be our love then became ‘Haram’

With bombs & guns we started preaching a new truth

When night comes & the dust settles

What will be our joy when deserted our streets get filled with spirits?

Of brothers,sisters,mothers & fathers

That should support as our dreams we chase

What are we going to reap from this seed of hate & wickedness?

What will be our story when alone we face tomorrow?

If any be aggrieved please kill not to speak

The ocean of tears & blood will only sweep away our peace & dignity

With hearts knitted as one let’s make Nigeria home again

Oneness causing us to merry & marry across borders

Let’s bury these dreams of fighting for parties & clans

Let’s bury our sordid blood-stained swords that unity may sprout

With hands held as a family we want the world to know

That despite the blasts from our yards we are not terrorists

We have beautiful hearts and great great dreams

To again feed the world with hope and light

We love the serenades of harmony and hate the rhythms of bombs

Ours is a harbor of hope and not a yard of death

WE ARE NOT TERRORISTS!!!

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