THE THE UNKNOWN GUN MEN OF NIGERIA 🇳🇬

THE ROOT OF THE UNKNOWN GUN MEN

When we spoke gently

They listened not to our voice with laughter

Sad complaining voices of beggars

They abandoned us to stagger

When we cried roughly of our torments

Ever increasing from the start of things

They watched our large mouths to hunger and shaped off the laughter of our big children

Who will render to help Us?

We clamoured and murmured

Complained and maintained

They blocked ear to our pitiful tears

Which grows in us like a tumour in the white depth of our plaintive throats

Our dead bodies have have come up with the dead buried in the grave but our souls cries out for vengeance for we are fathers and mothers

Brothers and sisters buried in years back

We cried to the government when we were alive with our clumsy voices

But they were deaf to our cries

They destroyed our hope of living with their promises

They destroyed our markets which is our only means of survival left they vows hanged on the air

Because of them,we died

Because of them, we left the earth,

Leaving our cries on the air, on the water and other land for our sons to hear and trace.

Now they have traced it and have chosen to adhere to our cries

To avenge the government in repay of their deeds to us

Our sons are the UNKNOWN GUN MEN

Who have chosen to wipe our tears

For the happiness of their generation

They watched us suffered when they were small

They depended on the promises of the government which led to the lost of their love ones and now they have chosen to avenge their death