I thought it was the end of my life
Those were the words of an escapee
Many are they that were taken
Few returned, more yet to be seen
They were snatched from our embrace
By black mercenaries, harbingers of darkness
Men with wanton desire for calamity
Cursed by the gods, yet claim to aid same
From the solace of our bosom they took our girls
Young angels, naive of sinister acts
Where they convey them, we know not
But we want our girls back
Our warm embraces are getting cold
Their tuwo plates are gathering dust
No ears to listen to the night time stories
No lips to echo the nightly lullabies
Don’t kill the lights of our tomorrow
Even as darkness consumes our today
The mothers stand watch guard through the night
Rivers flowing between their unhappy breasts
Fathers are bowed with grief and palpable sorrow
As anguish spread like winter breeze in the streets
Yet in all these our simple plea is
Bring back our girls
Let the avenger and avengers arise
Our bosoms cry for intervention divine
Hear our plea, take appropriate action
We are tired of propagandas without action
As a nation we shall rise
As one voice we shall be heard
No religion, no ethnicity
No tribalism, no division
This one plea of ours is…….
BRING BACK OUR GIRLS.
Oladimeji Oluwadamilare is a doctor from Ekiti State. Follow him on Twitter @doctdoe
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