Foot Soulja

For all the aid workers who lost their lives during a
Boko Haram bombing of a refugee center.
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So glad we had you when we had you;

You pulled in a harvest in the desert,

Somehow you sprinkled a glitter of dew

On the dunes in the threat of a duster.

So glad we found you where we found you;

Explicitly ready, willing and quite able.

We asked for a yard and you walked a mile,

You came with open arms and a smile.

So glad you gave up what you gave up;

You wrapped warmth round a cold shoulder,

Built a family from the ruins of war;

You’re a sister, a brother and, a foot soulja.

Akpan

Moving Mountain

Aid Workers in Nigeria
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Nobody but you could stick out your neck

Into the death zone, to save from the wreck

Souls whose fate tottered on the lip of doom.

Nobody but you could throw out your plans

And snatch a burning twig with your bare hands.

Then inject healing into bleeding wounds.

There is no here without your dare.

Your hope flowed like a fountain.

In the boom your voice rang out clear.

You took charge like a captain.

Earth stooped as you relieved the scared,

And that’s cause you’re a moving mountain.

Nobody but you could trample neglect

Into the ground and, offer these rejects

Solace and warmth, in the heat of battle.

Nobody but you could contend with the tower of

Terror, and step up your game to favor

The displaced then, offer rest for their troubles.

Akpan