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.