Child Tears To a Bird Friend

Child, Bird, bird, when would mother come back? The pumpkin leaves is dying and our Compound is filled by spilled blood. Would mother ever come back again friend? Would there be more blood in the compound? Father has fallen, Nkechi is gone and The future of those living is blank. The shrine has be dismentled and the Walls of the compound has fallen apart And I am all alone, alone in tears. Bird. Child, child, mother won't be coming back. She had gone with the breast milk and smiles. Leave the pumpkin leaves for her own trouble Having what matters at the time it matters is The best child, hold those tears for your beloved country Until the end of time in death before dishonour.