tears I wish we never shed. Now I move about in abject fear thinking am I next?
That was the sound;
If only it wasn’t so loud
If only it had landed on bare ground,
And there had been nobody around
If only we as a people did our jobs well and proud
Did the right thing; not afraid of the crowd
If only we still had our consciences intact
Hadn’t sold it cheap to the real ratpack
Torn eardrums and battered corpes
The result? Abuja needs beefed up security!
Why now? Why not wait and see what happens next?
A simple case of medicine after death
But who cares? Life goes on! After a while, we’ll be quiet
Until the next one
and the next one
and the next
And the tears will never. Stop.
Until we start.