#Sankara

Once there was a beautiful and peaceful home
From Benue northeast was a holm
Of a boisterous and vibrant people
Men who sweat through their hoes
And women who kept vigil at market
A yam paradise that kept the foodbasket full,
Bringing diverse people from far and near
To trade and consume
Here life was simple, cheap and merry.

Until 1999 the return of politricks
Men in search of power
Raped her innocence from within
So she cried but no one knew her pains
All they saw was the bruises strew on her face
From tears of widows and children
Whose father's blood cried for help
Politicians soon sowed evil in innocent seeds
Seeds that have germinated to untamed monsters
Monsters they now fear to reap
Who have been baptised with new names of: hoodlums, bandits and militias
Forgetting too soon how they ones dined
And sent them on errands.
Errands that sought to annihilate the serene ambience we ones enjoyed.

Bloody tears of a people left to fend for themselves
Of children who roamed the streets fatherless
Fathers who were pretentiously rounded up for Rendezvous but inhumanly ripped apart,
Rounded off and riddled with bullets.
Like I count the tip of my fingers Gbeji, Vasae, Anyiin, Ugba, Zaki-biam and others in 2001
These memories hold fresh in my cranium
For when Olusegun and TY...