JUDGEMENT DAY

Explosion rock the crowd of many,
Anarchy slowly slides through the states,
But do we fold our arms
And watch terror terrorize the poor and the wealthy?
Should we bid our daughters goodbyes at dawn?
Only for them not to return at dusk?
Now, it’s our children,
Suckling, who know not their right from their left,
Are now the targets of their bomb,
They have taken war
To the peaceful assemble of toddlers.

I weep for this generation,
Men and women that pride in aiming and maiming.
Though they escape the gun of Justice,
The cry of the innocent shall not cease from their ears;
For their blood shall forever take vengeance.
Throughout their generation that live.
Yes, they succeed in Mubi, Bauchi and Gombe,
Even in Jos, Potiskum and Borno,
They make us cry as a nation,
Because they go after our defenseless brothers.
Know they not that they shall not escape the sword of the Executioner?

Like a noisy gong,
Their conscience (if they have any)
Shall not give the ears of their mind rest,
Though they elude the artillery of the nation,
The machinery of the ALMIGHTY shall strike,
Even in the forest, the dungeons and the creek where they hide,
The shelling that has no shielding will locate them,
It shall come like the arrival of a cyclone,
And their cry of help shall not be heard by any,
And it shall torture them like a thorn,
Until their cry forever shall not be heard.