Ratatatatatt

For all the students who were shot dead by Boko Haram

terrorists when they  raided their high school grounds

late at night some six years ago.

They came by tens and twenties

Armed with guns they were crazies

They mobbed the halls and hostels

Bad gone mad they went wholesale.

Ratatatatatt tactics

Chronic bombastics

The comeback was spontaneous,

The feedback bold hellacious.

The sound of gunshots

Broadcasted the onslaught.

It was not a drama club flick

This was a stone cold mass murder stint.

Every legend has its hero

hence this one's not a zero;

Some brave kid didn't wait around

They hauled butt and dashed for town.

But the monsters had the perimeter

And slugs cut down ‘em teenagers.

Teachers, non teachers, students all;

Prospects of a better life;

A genocide, a mismatched war,

And they lost paradise.

Akpan