Doors now shut

even at sunset

the joy in the hearts

of village settlers

now exterminated

First it was the Plateaus in Jos

Yesterday was the Agatus of Benue

Today it's the Sabons in Kaduna

Tomorrow who'll be the next?

We now lie in pools

at the Cassava farm

not for swimming

or sailing

but our red fluid

splattered on the ground

like an Hotel Classico pool

The dawn of a new day

now signals

a done day

while farmers were at the farms

hunters at the bush

women clinging babies on their backs

a red hot gun beheld them

and greedier hungry

machetes than Esimuda's sword

peels off the skin

and disjoint the crown from the soul

and in search of survival in

the land of the living

we are turned living sacrifices

and taken out of the land of the living

The toss and turn

of vulnerable children

starring at mama with

an open wide mouth

but no screams

only red fluid

flowing down

Far from the crowd

we foresee

pressmen in bow ties

and camcorders

accompanied with

camo men and long

bush boots

bullets arranged

like chess

Cliche of false hope

parades itself

the perpetuators will

be brought to book in due time

Old mama and aunty

turns their head

away to recall

the horrific terror

as the thatch roof

burns to the sky

poor Musty already

burnt like a roasted bole

The camo men interrogates

Mama, asking for description of

these voleurs,

in grief, mama replies

don't say you don't know him

For i know him

and in reality

we both know him

camo men insisting

that it must be

unknown gun men

Mama counters

saying ungun known men

You call him bandit

I call him Okob MARAH

Camo men says relax

My men are on top of

the situation

Mama leaps in fury

the situation is on top your men,

I want the captured Okob MARAH

with fetters on his feets

handcuffs on his hands

placed on the slab

were Musty was slaughtered

Ungun the known men Mr Camo!