Looking at the heart wrenching image,
Moved my whole being to tears,
Laying lifeless, bloodied,
Entry wood to her temple;
The husband craddling her head,
Tearfully looking down,
At the love of his life,
Never again to cheer his home;
She left the home that morning,
To oversee elections,
To serve her fatherland,
To contribute her own quota;
But all she got,
Was a bullet to her head,
The robbing of her life,
Abrupt end to an unfolding story;
Two children have lost their mother,
Parents have lost their daughter,
Sibblings have lost their kin,
And a husband his confidant;
Would she like many others,
Be a little statistic,
Some unfortunate incident,
Lost to unending callousness?
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
Looking at the heart wrenching image,
Moved my whole being to tears,
Laying lifeless, bloodied,
Entry wood to her temple;
The husband craddling her head,
Tearfully looking down,
At the love of his life,
Never again to cheer his home;
She left the home that morning,
To oversee elections,
To serve her fatherland,
To contribute her own quota;
But all she got,
Was a bullet to her head,
The robbing of her life,
Abrupt end to an unfolding story;
Two children have lost their mother,
Parents have lost their daughter,
Sibblings have lost their kin,
And a husband his confidant;
Would she like many others,
Be a little statistic,
Some unfortunate incident,
Lost to unending callousness?
A woman was killed while working as an electoral officer in one of Nigeria's bloodthirsty states in 2019 elections. She has left two children and a husband. What's next? SAD.
Request permission to use this poem