Our homes despite in mountainous fences we still live in total fear
The UNCROWNED KINGS are still on the throne— NIGERIA NA HARAM
Our brothers, fathers are still being lost in the mid-day darkness of the Sambisa forest
No! In the throat of an enclave called Maiduguri for in the name of a betrayed country
For in the name of a burning fortress called the hearth of Africa
Our brothers have lost their limbs to the blasts of daylight
Our fathers lost their crowns to the blasts of the squeaking night to be fed on by the squawking vultures.
Our homes have become fatherless; a desolate monastery
Silence becoming our newly found language
Their lives became a game of war— diced and tossed about
Tossed and diced around
They have been deceived by their ilk’s; by the vain promise garb in the uniform of unflinching loyalty
They are told the terrorists are there!
They are here!
Only to be lured and make a meal by the flesh scavengers
May those responsible for our forlorn grieve receive the same in turn in their numbers.
Haram: Arabic Word for Something Forbidden
Written by Maruf Nola