Luck In Chibuk
#BringBackOurGirls
They danced upon their blood
as they crushed their tender bones
like a nut eater breaking the seeds
and when they sucked their marrow
which moved them like laughing-gas
like ashen jackas they laughed
and exposed their bloody fangs.
They gyrated upon their blood,
sang sonorously on bestial podium;
happy at the sight of their daggers
with which they murdered the falconets;
and when asked why they gored the young,
the eagles must feed on the brood they replied;
and to the Chiboks they said: what a goodluck!
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