Bombing with all eyes not closed,
Closes without feeling our pains;
Pains that last like bullets that pierce the heart.
Bullets that pierces through humble weakling citizens,
Who innocently had no hope?
Legs in 10 kilometer away,
Waists in a static point,
Heads shattered but we refused to die.
Yet, this is our strength to confront you.
These legs, waist and heads are our strength.
This has become theatre hope.
Fear has gone.
<7href=”https://authorchuksblog.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/bomb.jpg”>o night is bigger than last night,
Is the horrible night that shocked the world?
That night was not better than other sorrow that past by
But it was a chapter that wants to kill feminism.
A page that wants to kill knowledge from woman,
Little did it occur to us our responsive future mothers are gone.
You would’ve suffered abuses?
You may have suffered degradations?
You may have suffered all forms of humiliations?
You remain the most beautiful queen ever heard of.
You strength not to die is heroism
Keep looking at the sky
If you’ll never ever not see this sky again
May I say goodbye!
Why would you go after them in the dark?
Why would you believe you’re not cruel to your womb?
Why would you be fortunate to escape?
Why would you count on the pains of the weakling as heroism?
Why would you escape judgment?
Which religion would spare your atrocities?
You’re worse than an infidel.
You’re colorless to the coloration of beauty.
Coloration of evil is liken to your red thought
The red twine water in you’ll dry up soon
Ayesha kept asking after you!
Each time your friends comes I’m in tears
I just told her you’ve traveled.
I should’ve not allowed you to write your exams?
We glue to the radio and television with tears
Not minding the little money and lack of power supply
Your dad sits at the door while I hung at windows.
We can’t harvest our farm produce cos of fear and pains
But, I heard you asked after me in my dream.
I am happy now that I’ll see you so soon.