By Soliu Arowolo Adam
Tears and sorrow
Flowing on top the sacred soil of our motherland
Eyes bloodshot with pains and agonies
Souls of innocent citizens visit the heaven in millions.
Our hearts poisoned with hatred
The humanitarian feelings in our people has been killed
Our homes now harbor melancholy
The air we breathe smelling with rotted flesh
Bandits kill and raid for pleasure
Kidnapers kidnap at will; Unquestioned
Terrorists drink and sacrifice the blood of our people to their callous gods.
Alas! This is not our dreams
To survive a day is now a toss of the coin
In our motherland, things have fallen apart.