Conflict, For Country, Poetry, Revolution

Cold Fire

Yesterday, everyone that hates us was tried and convicted For stealing and looting For the bombs that dropped on Baga and the girls of Chibok Today the sun will rise upon the graves of those who rest Upon the hearts of those who endlessly hope My name is Fatima and I live in a town… Continue reading Cold Fire

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Conflict, For Country, Poetry

Welcome to Baga

Welcome to Baga where nightmares live and dreams go to die I had heard the men talk in low tones about what they did to Chibok and how the nation stood still for a day and moved on Mama never thought they would come we have soldiers here, she would brag oh but you see,… Continue reading Welcome to Baga