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Smiles cheered up your morning
But fate had a different story
As I meditate on this
I want to kill for your sakes
I want to kill fate
But I know not how
BH…..
An initial of terror
Wasting souls without notice
I weep for Nyanya.
As you laid bare her population.
In a dusk dawn!
Mothers’ tears are flowing
Even the unborns are scared
Their world inhales the tears of mothers
Who will console her?
As she watch nakedly
Her dead children, in the marriage of the six feet
Ah Abuja. The city of my childhood
How low have you fallen
How defaced are you
Filled with the excreta of the ‘polithievecians’ and BH
How awful you smell
From mother East, I perceive you
The odour was greatest today
It choked my media walls
It choked my phone lines
Till now, am choked
*In memory of Abuja bomb victims
Written by: Anajama Chimezie
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
