For the survivors of the Potiskum elementary school attacks.
What happens to kids who witness kids
get blown up by terrorists? How do they sleep at night?
Let's close the chasm
Of distance
With the chiasm
Of present instance
Let's make an Odyssey
To the lil' town of Potiskum
Like Odysseus who blasphemed
We seem to have lost compassion
For the witnesses of an onslaught
Trauma of kids wasted by bombs aside
What about child witnesses whose eyes
And minds will never forget the business?
How do they live with themselves?
When do they forgive themselves
So they may step out of their shells?
Do they still see the bombs when they close their eyes?
Do dreams of roasting friends haunt their nights?
What happens to kids who witness kids
get blown up by terrorists? How do they sleep at night?
Let's close the chasm
Of distance
With the chiasm
Of present instance
Let's make an Odyssey
To the lil' town of Potiskum
Like Odysseus who blasphemed
We seem to have lost compassion
For the witnesses of an onslaught
Trauma of kids wasted by bombs aside
What about child witnesses whose eyes
And minds will never forget the business?
How do they live with themselves?
When do they forgive themselves
So they may step out of their shells?
Do they still see the bombs when they close their eyes?
Do dreams of roasting friends haunt their nights?
Akpan
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