cry of a patriot.

sit and wonder
With anger stronger than thunder
Why our leaders pretend not to know the plan
of the herders.
Houses are raised down and the smoke of
blaze is in every town, our plight they talk
down.
Could this be motivated by politics or
religion, perhaps an attempt to take over
our region which explains why they turn blind
eyes towards the killer legions.
Our children wonder why we cry but through
their eyes we can see the fears that can not
be erased by tears.
on our heads the guns rattle
All they care about is cattle,
Even if help is called for by the people,
Help camouflages and move like a turtle.
The cry of the killer legion echos through the
four walls of our region and help for them
camouflages, not moving like a turtle but
flying like an eagle because the colour of the
two white horses are not equal.
Who will do justice for the just?
Our will to survive has become dust
and the souls of the Red spillage can not rest
even though all those who uses the Red sit
sleep and rest.
The grasses grow not green on the grave,
while those who walk on green carpet only
talk about their gain.
Why applaud lawlessness when it takes away
our happiness?
If they are are not the authors why is the
news being censored?
What comes to me, I write not minding whose
alright, because I am the true compatriot.
OWIRIWA FRANK O.

Knarfoza:
I sit and wonder
With anger stronger than thunder
Why our leaders pretend not to know the plan
of the herders.
Houses are raised down and the smoke of
blaze is in every town, our plight they talk
down.
Could this be motivated by politics or
religion, perhaps an attempt to take over
our region which explains why they turn blind
eyes towards the killer legions.
Our children wonder why we cry but through
their eyes we can see the fears that can not
be erased by tears.
on our heads the guns rattle
All they care about is cattle,
Even if help is called for by the people,
Help camouflages and move like a turtle.
The cry of the killer legion echos through the
four walls of our region and help for them
camouflages, not moving like a turtle but
flying like an eagle because the colour of the
two white horses are not equal.
Who will do justice for the just?
Our will to survive has become dust
and the souls of the Red spillage can not rest
even though all those who uses the Red sit
sleep and rest.
The grasses grow not green on the grave,
while those who walk on green carpet only
talk about their gain.
Why applaud lawlessness when it takes away
our happiness?
If they are are not the authors why is the
news being censored?
What comes to me, I write not minding whose
alright, because I am the true compatriot.
OWIRIWA FRANK O.

bravo...it good to see patriotic Nigerians