For the kidnapped girls in Nigeria
We would shut ourselves in,
all doors & windows shut.
The fierce Harmattan
would overshadow
the real sunset and
the manmade ones,
(the high flames from oil refineries
gave the sunset effect)
the entire horizon
would be eclipsed
in dust.
Rains would stop
and all that fell would be
dust and some more dust.
Dizzy Palm trees would
sway with the harsh winds,
the Harmattans spared nothing.
This dry dust shower would
reign for months
and then the rains clouds would
reassemble and return.
The dust would settle,
turn to mud in the rain
that would wash down
the delta of Niger.
I hear the horrors now
of a new Harmattan,
a man made terror,
Boko Haram with a
Harami agenda.
It is not dust but hatred
and ignorance it spews.
A dastardly coward,
it chooses little girls
as its fodder.
Hundreds of girls
as young as twelve,
abducted as slaves or pawns.
"Girls should marry or be sold as slaves,"
smirks the Harami leader.
Dark ages descend
on the dark continent.
Oil rich Nigeria is
robbed of lamps to light.
This is not a war of faith
much as the Haramis might say.
The world must gather
and eliminate this evil
without mercy.
Girls, the tiny blossoms,
must be allowed to bloom
everywhere,
free of fear of being sold
or owned.
Such Harami ideologies
should be crushed or
you might find these evil winds
knocking on your doors and windows.
Why should girls be confined
indoors?
