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INSECURE

In the evening, there was bad news,
In the north, a grenade had been hurled,
Hurled into a millitary station,
Six confirmed dead, ten badly injured,
And the minister said,
“We shall catch them, and they shall face the law.”

At midnight, sirens broke into the air,
In the south, an estate was in flames,
The cause of the fire is not known,
Eight feared dead, property destroyed, many left homeless,
And the minister said,
“We shall investigate this case, and the law must take it course.”

In the morning, we woke up on wails,
In the east, a terrible tribal clash had broken,
Forty confirmed dead, and  the number is expected to grow,
Homes destroyed, and thousands displaced,
And the minister said,
“We cannot tolerate this! They won’t  go unpunished!”

At noon , the whole nation goes dark,
In the near east, a massacre is reported,
A security convoy had been ambushed,
Thirty seven reported dead, others are to be traced,
And the minister said,
“We feel the loss, we shall deploy a military operation.”

In the afternoon, comes the breaking news,
At the central ,a passenger carrier has been blown into the air,
A life bomber was one of them,
There were no survivors, and passersby injured are in hospital,
And the minister said,
“We cannot be intimidated by terrorists! We shall pursue them.”

When it’s dusk again, we get into our homes,
With cold sweat on our necks ,and with hearts in our mouths,
A screech in the night, sends the heart racing,
May be, I’m next in the line!
And as we lie sleepless, the minister says,
“The security of our nation, lies in our hands.”

IT IS OUR MOTHERLAND.

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