Boko Haram's Blueprint

BOKO HARAM’S BLUEPRINT. Happy worshipers dance, Sending praises to her Redeemer. Sound from guns is the instrument That intercepts every song, Bomb has become duplicate For expressing love. Various kiosk has closed up, No one sells my regular Palm frond. You fill proud destroying this Present world Carrying toothless tongues, You search to relocate any Church situated in the north. Don’t be a coward, Come and speck with one voice, Even if you are pronounced Deaf and dumb, Show me signs your war Hasn’t been cursed. Virgin blood are spilled into My soil, Mass grave instead of farming Maize. I can identify some of these Selfish hawks Fighting for slots at all cost. Explosion is your blueprint For reaching the top, I hear you wear horns Claiming to be Fulani’s Son. Boko Haram is a tatted shop Would be eliminated by a Collective tractor. I now protect the security Force His gun just got burnt All his swords are also blunt. Lets await the rhythm of a New song, Hold hands and walk towards Luck sited in between joy, Niger can never spoil, Who will claim He knows my source? Don’t make my faith become A disgrace Your ways are extinct trace On the lane of waste, To eventually fail in shame. AKEWUSOLA HABIB.