Wanta
negotiate but forgot the children you torched
I
betcha talkin’ ‘bout how ta regain yo freedom,
I
betcha forgot the scores of times you played God,
Tossing
bombs and pumping slugs all up the north;
Wasting
gobs of young dreams in the name of religion,
Now
you feel ya’ll just gon’ turn around and spill yo
Guts
and make demands? But justice is a loaded gun
On
a hair trigger and its cartridge is full of lethal slugs.
The
lives you destroyed rise to judge you n’ yo cohorts.
A
million wasted dreams signed your eternal damnation.
The
only pardon you truly deserve is hell’s own option.
Ya’ll
aint gatto make demands why don’t you just pop off.
We
will never forget how they died the death of a dog.
We
will never forget the fatal aftermath of Postikum.
We
will never forget that the earth sucked up their blood
Because
you strewn their cadavers in the streets to rot.
We
will never forget the camp where ya’ll tripped a bomb,
Because
even when they was displaced it wasn’t enough
Until
they was wasted and their names wiped off this world;
We
will never forget the abductions and forced wedlock.
We
will never forget the unborn burnt alive in the womb
Because
you fools weren’t man enough to restrain your lust.
We
will never forget the schools turned factory for bombs
We
will never forgive nor forget until justice has run its course.
You
will get what you so richly deserve.
Hear
me Boko Haram: judgment is served.
Akpan
This is amazing and so powerful.
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