Boko haram terrorists
Times without number
A neighbourhood unsettling with a bomber,
Their grabbed territories
Zones of a thousand worries!
A people in panic
Piteously plan their escapes route,
Their pursuers, a manic,
Who must them funnily shoot!
It’s a horizon of unthinkable sleep
And the digging of graves not decently deep:
It’s a constant brandishing of a superior weapon
That precious lives make a lottery coupon.
North-East Nigeria to forever a story tell
That Borno was once a plain cell,
Each is increasingly a militant
Not convinced that innocent lives are important.
Excellent kidnappers they’ve got
And Suicide Bombers a lot:
It’s a pant welcoming an explosive,
Whose impact is a monster:
It’s wearer, an unbelievable youngster,
Obsessed with destructions, extensive.
Crazily, every Boko Haram
Takes non-adherent for a ram,
To readily his daughter
Slaughter and quarter
For a voiced and heard “Blood of Jesus”
What an Islamization of Nigeria
That should True Muslims anger in Algeria …
sometimes i howl at every palpitation of your heartbeat
sometimes i growl at every word that you do not hear due to cell phone asbestos
i cringe when you put things in places where cannot find it
i binge when you build a wall between you and the affection in which i crave
when all colors fused
i remember the waterfalls when they were creamy
when all juices blended
i remember the rolling hills when they were dreamy
the aftermath of the beforehand merges in between because they can
the innovations and relations inspire many due to the unique form of elation
the chaos dissipates and the birds chirp to that song by bobby day
it makes me want to slide to the left and push all negativity to the right of dismay
another days goes by and i am dizzy from wonder and awe
how lovely it would be if i could suck the cherry flavored part of life through a straw
i guess i'll go to my office now and skinnydip in the plastic bubbles of my imagination
until my friends acscend from the pen again, i'll continue to reluctantly sin until i win