Letter From Chibok
Who would tell the tales of sadness
by having a taste of mama's tears?
How would my tragedy travel
across the forest to hearts that care?
Would my screams echLetter o like the peals of a ringing bell?
Hold fragrant roses to my nose not guns
Paint me with love and not blood mixed with gunpowder
Walk the street like big brother
Among other honest sons
Do not let the lust of money turn you into a nightmare
When I return from mama's farm falling into your snare.
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