Our 'leaders' canvas for votes.
We heard the wails from Barkin Ladi
The cries of orphaned children lacerated the night of silence
But before their tears could dry
The streams of blood overflowed their banks
Those who murdered our brothers make a boast.
Those who took our sisters danced on our mother's grave.
Our tears are useless and the promises of leaders are worthless.
Our children lie naked in death.
They die without names, unsung.
Our hopes crushed, laid naked in the soil
As leaders canvas for votes with blood stained hands.
The tears from dead eyes,
The crys from lost voices.
Our morning thus bears a gloomy night
While my "leaders" canvas for votes.
We're mourners today and will always remember this very dark days...
©Samuel and Dennis.