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BOKO HARAM'S BLUEPRINT

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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.


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