Evil Triumphant

Courtesy: UNHCR

Give me your son

That we may eat him,

Bring me the sun

That we may heat him

And cremate his bones

And pretend we ain't seen a thing.

We'll shake n' bury the bones

Why not?

I've seen you engulfed in war

And I turned a blind eye

Why not bring it on

When the spotlight's mine?

We'll keep goin' on n' on

And eventually, there'll be none

Of us left in the world.

Meanwhile, in Nigeria,

Up in the North East,

Bordering the country, Niger,

A wildfire's kindling,

50,000 people scattered

From hell to breakfast.

What about the children?

Can we still call ourselves human

If the spirit's not kindred?

When do we get back to normal?

Hear the children crying

Picture the helpless dying,

Imagine the Government denying.

They stockpiling corpses

While we count our losses,

They're modifying clauses.

We need a sense of belonging

Something to show

We're a part of humanity

Besides this cutthroat

Existence they're dealing.

Akpan