They come in shady shadows
With blind bombs and ghostly guns
Leaving us to the mercy
Of indelible, gory memories
That paint red our weak walls

Uninvited they come
To steal Ada, Ade and Adamu
Reducing breathing-man to breathless dusts
Though they thrive in our midst
We still must bake brown our broken bread

Written by: Iyeomoan Emmanuel Ehizogie

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  1. Bada, Yusuf Amoo

     /  July 8, 2014

    And they made landlord turn refugee, where is our peace?



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