Tears tumble from her eyes.
Her sobs sound like a shot gun.
She's obviously not having fun.
Her tears get my paper wet.
It can't get dry I can bet.
Tears that can't drown her words.
It'll profoundly pierce like a sword.
The pathetic pains of a poem,
Within a sorrow- laden realm.
Her soul suffers from sadness' bite.
These pains, she can't just fight.
The reasons are candidly clear
Like a woman's body, boldly bare.
Nigeria has turned to a wildlife,
Where it's now hard to survive.
Nothing can stop these massacres
That blesses us with human carcass.
These arrant assassinations
Have no seeming solution.
I want to sleep like a broken cup.
When it's over please wake me up.
I'm tired of this sad news
That bring out of my eyes, dews.
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