Lost by a nation asleep
Stolen by satanic minions
Let down by her nation
Forsaken by her own
A nation with stunted conscience
A people sold to mammon
A space where sympathy is distant
A place without empathy
An ogre that eats her own
Cry Beloved Country.
Four years on we live without a soul
In Leah our innocence died
Our essence sullied with blood
How we have failed the young
How shame has become our name
Who will redeem us
Who must atone for our sins
Who will purge our wickedness
In Leah SHARIBU and the many victims of terror we failed
We betrayed the young.
In Chibok we abandoned the child
In Dapchi our children died
In Boko Haram a nation shed her innocence
In ISWAP we wiped our sense of guilt
In Ritualism and Banditry we murdered our humanity
Nay a nation without a soul.
To Leah SHARIBU a pledge
To the daughters of Chibok a promise
To the innocents of Dapchi a resolve
To the victims of terror a commitment
That forthwith our space shall not place blood for stew.
Dedicated To Leah SHARIBU By
Chris Mustapha Nwaokobia Jnr
A Leadership And Mentorship Instructor.