Arewa or North
it's doesn't really matter
Secure it or not
For its treasures
are now being hunted
to indulge upon its pleasures
with such impunity, unprecedented.
Blood tiers in my heart
each time I hear of another
scoop of virgins, in a gory work of art
abandoned to fate, to waste Arewa further.
O hate I this helplessness!
Whatever happened to men?
So poisoning is this callousness
of failed promises made, so solemn.
Taken, but not really mistaken
Given, that none will be forgiven
Each flock, but a few forsaken
Yeah, seems our "New normal" of living?
The weak, now the strong
intimidating courage long gone
Never thought I'll also be among
the afraid, running from a loaded gun.
It's in the news again
Arewa priceless vulnerable
abducted, set for a thrift bargain!
And all we do? Swallow the unpalatable.
O insomnia, where are you?
Come too dear prodding conscience!
Occupy their hearts, leave not even a few
Give no respite to their unemphatic essence.
O You! Yes YOU! How can you sleep?
Knowing yours is being gang raped?
Can't you hear the loud, bleeding bleep
of a soul exiting a subdued body, scrapped?
From the Archive of:
Malam Muhammad Tajajjini Tijjani
Imel: mmtijjani@gmail.com
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