(Based on the recent killings of the “Badoo gang”)
One very disgusting challenge of our time;
Is that some humans have perfected their hideous crime.
The time it only happens in horror movies are gone
As confirmed by those who’s loved ones are gone.
Gone because their lives were forcefully taken from them
Gone because our society secretly celebrates a culture of death
A culture that permits the use of human blood at the request of some deity
A culture fully immersed in practices shocking and dirty
A culture so absurd and repugnant to natural justice
Making no alignment with human conscience,
Truly, this isn’t some rocket science.
Facts are sacred and must not be treated with defiance.
Every hen emanated from the egg that were laid
Every Practice emanated from the precepts that were made.
Before now, our towns and cities have been secretly fortified
With blood sucking shrines that makes the innocent terrified.
Shadows of these cultures were labelled as sacred
According to the people who’ve named them sacred
Until the day a demand comes for human head
To bury one ruler lying cold and dead.
Now news like these are often buried in the night;
Buried by those who’ve mastered the art of the knight.
But it must be known that the killings didn’t start with the badoo gang;
It only sprouted from a foundation laid in the days of the bang.
It sprouted from an impending danger ignored;
It aggravated when the youth’s needs went unscored.
Knowledge of the truth has become faint and bleak
And man’s wickedness seems to be teaming at its peak
For many years they have been called herdsmen
But mere herdsmen don’t act like lions unleashed from their den
If you could just take courage and peep through the orchards
you’ll see that truly they act more like butchers
See the helpless around us broken and weak.
As their lives are chucked out before they could even speak
It is totally absurd to see the treason;
the evil perpetrated with unjustifiable reason.
It’s totally absurd that in their own land
Innocent citizens can’t even stand their ground
Because their lands have been invaded by terror
And the whole land is shaken with grief like tremor
Listen to the souls of the dead as they cry out through the dead of night
Calling on our goverment to rise quickly to their plight
For the time to act is now
Though late it may seem but we must act now
We must unite ourselves as a nation and stop this violence
We must from this day apply our good conscience
Only then will love for each other be radiated
And all unjust killings will then be eliminated.
Killings will be no more
Hate will be no more
Because then, we would have loved more.
(This poetry is based on the badoo killings, the anambra massacre and the recent herds men invasion. Written by Joseph Martin Alex © 2018)
