THE MYSTERY WAR
We had sailed in the ship collectively
Until you came in tempest and liberate shipwreck
With your civilian uniform of rescue
Holding the Key to our eternal jail
Irrigating our rivers to your subsistence farm
Impregnating our dreams on the palm trees
In the night you turned to mosquitoes of our bed
In the morning we waked in grief malaria
We have fought the unbrotherly War
Bringing glory at noon but our War is with us
The zigzag line run across our heads
We remain circled in afflictions
When is dawn in bundle, we wail in bondage
Perusing the pamphlet;
I saw the Hens soaked in their palm oil
Yet no Chibok speared by the butchers
And our saviors listened with deaf ears
But we are the Foes that bring your pleasure
If war we must have, make me the warrior
Killing myself; killing them all
But where are our slained fellows?
Permit the cock to crow, day is breaking
If Saracens they are; make the truth plain
Time is sick, save the future days
We need the truth be told
The future is bleeding.
Poem Written By Abdullahi Suleiman Otiwe
