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A Far Cry From Nigeria
Help! Help!! Help!!! Save our souls! We are dying of lassa disease And they told us it is a lesson to learn. We are been shut up by boko Haram And they smile on their white chairs and Told us that we don't need to be alive. Help for we are dying of pains in Nigeria, Help for we are melting in Africa without help; Purged eyes Excusing Itself Because No One it ready To tell us to come. Our legs are no more ours Totality has made us insane, Help!! Help!! Help!!! Let's ring the bell together to the world Of Ebola that ravenge us in a sweet morning Eyes opened With A Wings that Hurt. We are men of honour but our honour is gone Drained with a special liquid that gladden their soul. Help, Love And kiss Us Because We have seen Pains Beckoning on us. Our education is dead!! Between our legs they kicked it dead; Our homes are destroyed in the broad day light We are not yet given the reasons for the destruction. Help! Help!! Help us!!! For we Are dying in silent This is the cry from a failed country. (C) John chizoba Vincent
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