Horrors of Boko

Chinua Achebe should write a book From the grave To soothen the hearts of the afflicted the arrow of god is upon us Things have indeed fallen apart Niyi Osundare can en script a poem Even if he's long gone ghost His bewildered lawn has been blasted by Boko bombs Our painful plight Its still his business Christopher Okigbo, do what you do best Your hands may yet be dust pierce the heart of Boko horrors For they take the path of thunder Neglecting the fears of Black Orpheus Ken Saro wiwa, you suffered great injustice Your nonviolent campaign is needed Even tho your soul seeks revenge Draft a journal to Boko leaders We can't handle bloodshed no more Dennis Osadebay, your power of attorney Can still be exhumed The fear of biased party politics Is causing massive blasts Of insignificant reasons Write to your party movement Uche Nduka, write to the poets in their youth To anger the leaders with the Bremen poems They deprive the flower child of a second act If only the night Eel on reef Heart's field and Ijele Will send belltime letters Wole Soyinka, criticize Nigerian dictators some more They come in military disguise of misshapen silhouette Causing chaos of well-seeming forms Wright a play of not the Lion and the jewel Nor The trials of brother Jero But of The Swamp dwellers And the Horrors of Boko.