Once again we're held captives in our homes,
Our terrains filled with bodies of our beloved,
Shrieks,cries, gunshots and explosions have become music to our ears without a choice.
The one thing we can contol is the moment cause the future lies in the hand of the next bullet
Our hearts are racing,adrenaline at its peak!If we let this moment of triumph slip away then we're captives for life.Our unborn children don't deserve this,if we must fight ,we do it now.
For our freedom we fight,for our rights we stand,together we would end this and be  free as air.

What is happening to me I thought as I lay on the marble floor.I had no idea of where I was or how I got there !It must be a dream I quietly soliloquized.
My head felt like a thousand talking drums had been set in motion.The beats were in such dis-harmony that my head began to twirl in response.
I tried to get up to take some aspirin ,only to find out I couldn't move.I was tied to a chair.Just then did reality hit me -i had been kÍdnapped ...but who was my captor?
A question that sent my mind on a reverse mission.Fortunately, I recalled the episode and realised my drink had been spiked with whatever it was and I was taken away from where I seemed to have been having fun
'alone'.
Something had told me not to go back to my drink after the phone call but I neglected that voice.
My captors were definitely lurking around waitin for me to awake.I had to put up a fight with them no matter what. Thank God I had acquired some 'taikwando' skills way back.I hope it comes in handy this time!
Wait a minute! I'm dead drunk again,and I'm lying on my marble porch right next to my rocking chair.So no captors! but just my drunken imagination!!! 'I'll pass the night here' I said to my wacked-up mind. I'll be sober in the morning and maybe just maybe I'll say 'asta lavista' to the drinks.