Your lines pass the right message
Of brutal sons of our nation’s soil
Like reading through a terrifying passage
Their acts are but for our nations spoil!
Fetish guts they’ve all got,
Hearts trampled upon by maggots
Reasoning so bad like they have none
Surely, they’ve forgotten that we are all one!
Their faces they hide behind ugly mask
For what reason…If need be to ask
Could it be for shame of their ungodly act?
Yet, they feel nothing while executing this ruthless task
But upon the Solid Rock we build our hope
Our nation will be free from these troubles someday
And when all this shall pass away
Our joy and smiles shall again be whole!
*A poetic comment on Ola Writes’ poem ‘MR TERRORIST’
Written by: Agunwa Clinton
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson