Boko Haram is coming!
The wolves are at the door.
Buzzards have gathered to pick at
The carcass of war.
See drones in the sky
Against half of a yellow sun.
Climb into the tank
And we'll play Big Soldier Gun.
Far-flung fighters
Trapped inside
Garrison towns.
One misstep away from where they cannot hide.
Lafiya Dole!
Lafiya Dole!
Peace by force.
Give your food and water
To the troops, of course.
Besides all the kids
Have shrapnel belly.
A fresh scar on a story
Old and tired.
Things fall apart, Mr. Brown,
So check the "sell by" date.
Our liberation is all but expired.