My palms are growing wet Sweat has covered my trigger Night and day in enemies nest Operating like battalions of mere singers.
I fight 21st century with 20th century bullet Blood on my face, wounds yielding deeper In shattered body my brethren in uniform rest Unjust funding makes our defence wall weaker.
Father, I am in a wilderness fighting a shapeless war No back ups, no one is watching out for our fall Like we are dying for those who don't care about us Our enemies are in golden armor while we ride on horse.
Mother, did the demise of my gun brothers makes the headlines? I heard the 'next level' was lunched on that day And my superiors disown us to dine at the front line Well, don't cry yet, I'm still alive at least for today.
Oh, my palms are wet and my hopes like a thread My eyes shed more tears than the blood my gun sheds We are too weak to keep pulling these triggers Aso Rock, upgrade us now or take us home to our fathers.
Dedicated to the over 70 soldiers killed in northern Nigeria by Bokoharam Terrorists in November, 2018.
The scene was horrid, It is during the midday or late night I hope my memory serves right Prisoners are on their cell, innocents everywhere Just one guard at bay as I tend to the babies I heard them, I heard them right In the swine of criminals, only one deserves death They say.. they'll **** her I have no evidence but believe my address Listen before it's too late For these people are full of hate But who am I? Just a child attending to your babies That is when they ransack the place So I cover the nearest child I see, as we all drop from the highest ground Such a horrible night For the same night lives were taken by million And my blood dripping at the back of my head.
They say childbirth is sweet and pure And seem to forget That humans are animals too Childbirth can be a blessing But abuse and neglect can turn a blessing to a curse
When you were young You were exposed to Human degeneracy Far too soon Your mother never cared Fed you pills to make you sleep and never re-awake
By the age of 4 You were exposed to your vile mothers business tormented and abused By anyone with the money
By the age of 10 You swept them off the streets And wrapped your hands around their throats Until they lay lifeless in your hands And then you were found out. You took two lives. We won't forget that. But we also wont forget The pain you endured.
A small poem about a famous killing. The world is a horrendous place, and the person in question was both a victim and a culprit.
Ø It ain't safe Ø Rejoice for every missed soul a bullet fails to slaughter.. Anguish and sorrow for every soul bullets used to masecure. Bullets..weapons of war.. used for hunting of innocent humans. Others giving resistence saying rights to carry over rights to live. No Rights to be protected..from demented minds and unholy mentions. A Country that fails to nurture and keep safe its citizens is perplexive. Can't relate to being (safe).. Homes Ø safe.. schools Ø safe.. work place Ø safe! It ain't safe!.. America we aint Ø safe! WithOut God in your Space! By selinasharday
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