#bringbackourgirls - Hello Poetry

There was a time when all times looked the same passing through seamless dawn of ageless drain We sought, fought and bought our freedom for an ageless price At a pace that dares not to take away our endangered race But what have brought this craze of dismembering the maze we felt less safe in. The incorruptible men who once calmed the storm are now cohorts of a demeaning plot. Their role in a war of stakes is a gusty grab for the frontline as they tussle for the ratio of cake a game they so delight in. Exhausted in a place which was once a timeless haven as their dignity is torn in shreds. All sorts of glory are lost still no one feels this is a shared shame. If only we knew the journey would abort halfway but the signs were like flare from the start as sides became drawn in clear spat. Two hundred and more of our “prized cowries” got snatched from our land and our leaders cannot guard our streets because they say the times are bad and the enemies are back. Everything get soured and some of us are left behind as limbs are severed high into the firmament of red horror We go hash with our tag twitting and chanting that they restore our girls bring back our girls-we pray bring back our girls- we chant Bemused, the soldiers assure to search our lands While Boko bomb us out from our very own sands Tangled, mangled, limbs and bodies get buried in our time. © Chijioke Izundu P

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Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC

raphael-uzor

Our Time (#BringBackOurGirls)

There was a time when all times looked the same passing through seamless dawn of ageless drain We sought, fought and bought our freedom for an ageless price At a pace that dares not to take away our endangered race But what have brought this craze of dismembering the maze we felt less safe in. The incorruptible men who once calmed the storm are now cohorts of a demeaning plot. Their role in a war of stakes is a gusty grab for the frontline as they tussle for the ratio of cake a game they so delight in. Exhausted in a place which was once a timeless haven as their dignity is torn in shreds. All sorts of glory are lost still no one feels this is a shared shame. If only we knew the journey would abort halfway but the signs were like flare from the start as sides became drawn in clear spat. Two hundred and more of our “prized cowries” got snatched from our land and our leaders cannot guard our streets because they say the times are bad and the enemies are back. Everything get soured and some of us are left behind as limbs are severed high into the firmament of red horror We go hash with our tag twitting and chanting that they restore our girls bring back our girls-we pray bring back our girls- we chant Bemused, the soldiers assure to search our lands While Boko bomb us out from our very own sands Tangled, mangled, limbs and bodies get buried in our time. © Chijioke Izundu P

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It was just a normal school day, And we were going out to play, When those men armed with guns, Took us away from the bright sun. They took us to a camp, A place lit with only a lamp, When those men armed with guns, Took us away from the bright sun. We sat there like dogs, In rows like peas in pods, When those men armed with guns, Took us away from the bright sun. So please help us in anyway you can, Such as posting on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, Make our smiles shine out like pearls, By adding the #BringBackOurGirls

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC

Nirloxa

Bring Back Our Girls

It was just a normal school day, And we were going out to play, When those men armed with guns, Took us away from the bright sun. They took us to a camp, A place lit with only a lamp, When those men armed with guns, Took us away from the bright sun. We sat there like dogs, In rows like peas in pods, When those men armed with guns, Took us away from the bright sun. So please help us in anyway you can, Such as posting on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, Make our smiles shine out like pearls, By adding the #BringBackOurGirls

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Like crystal sand pebbles Washed away from seashore Like shooting stars in space Propelled out of the night sky Our beautiful black pearls Young and innocent and ambitious Full of life, full of tomorrow Were stolen away in daylight Away from unnatural habitats Away from unsafe clusters Away from our sleepy watchful eyes Loosing their buoyancy To the same fearsome monsters That have plagued the land much Bursting balloons at parties Bringing mayhem as they visit Making our warriors look childish Forcing help from the world over. The sun has gone to sleep The moon has loomed too long But to hope, we will cling Till we find our lost pebbles… © Raphael Uzor

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May 13, 2014

May 13, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC

raphael-uzor

Stolen Pebbles #BringBackOurGirls

Like crystal sand pebbles Washed away from seashore Like shooting stars in space Propelled out of the night sky Our beautiful black pearls Young and innocent and ambitious Full of life, full of tomorrow Were stolen away in daylight Away from unnatural habitats Away from unsafe clusters Away from our sleepy watchful eyes Loosing their buoyancy To the same fearsome monsters That have plagued the land much Bursting balloons at parties Bringing mayhem as they visit Making our warriors look childish Forcing help from the world over. The sun has gone to sleep The moon has loomed too long But to hope, we will cling Till we find our lost pebbles… © Raphael Uzor

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276 Young schoolgirls Who just wanted to learn. Taken under our noses By evil men Threatening to sell them to slavery Because they don't believe they deserve an education. 276 Lives unaccounted for Let the world search for these women Let them stay strong Give them a chance, Heaven These girls are unsafe because of the beliefs of madmen Don't let the villains win this time because there are 276 Young women Afraid for their lives A life of oppression looms over them Their innocence so white, it's blinding Bring them back Fate? Are you listening? Spin your silver thread with care And good toward these beauties Sew a story with a happy ending Because they need it We want our girls back Bring back our girls, **** it. Bring back our girls.

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May 8, 2014

May 8, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC

sam-dunlap

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276 Young schoolgirls Who just wanted to learn. Taken under our noses By evil men Threatening to sell them to slavery Because they don't believe they deserve an education. 276 Lives unaccounted for Let the world search for these women Let them stay strong Give them a chance, Heaven These girls are unsafe because of the beliefs of madmen Don't let the villains win this time because there are 276 Young women Afraid for their lives A life of oppression looms over them Their innocence so white, it's blinding Bring them back Fate? Are you listening? Spin your silver thread with care And good toward these beauties Sew a story with a happy ending Because they need it We want our girls back Bring back our girls, **** it. Bring back our girls.

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Would you have our stars not shine? Would you have darkness be your shrine? r ~ 5/5/14

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May 5, 2014

May 5, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC

r-2

#BringBackOurGirls

Would you have our stars not shine? Would you have darkness be your shrine? r ~ 5/5/14

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Dear 'luck, Sometimes I wonder how those girls feel How their goodluck turned around It's like running on banana peels Keepfalling, can't even get up The key is in the sea, someone changed our luck :( Cos this isn't the guy we all trusted to change our walks It's funny how $12 could buy a life And N2000 can buy a wife A child is supposed to think of getting grown And not wearing a wedding gown You call yourselves the govern-ment so do what you're meant to do Cos I'm a believer that you can deliver our innocent people.

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May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC

Moore

Letter to the president

Dear 'luck, Sometimes I wonder how those girls feel How their goodluck turned around It's like running on banana peels Keepfalling, can't even get up The key is in the sea, someone changed our luck :( Cos this isn't the guy we all trusted to change our walks It's funny how $12 could buy a life And N2000 can buy a wife A child is supposed to think of getting grown And not wearing a wedding gown You call yourselves the govern-ment so do what you're meant to do Cos I'm a believer that you can deliver our innocent people.

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