Cry of the patriot.

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 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.