BLOOD ON THEIR TRAIL!

We have in our hands
a situation of unbelief

Our elders have gone mad!
And there is no sign of relief

Bloody markers write our names in uppercase!
Who's next, whose turn is to cry!

Blood In Borno...by D'Ola

Blood in my hands,
the enemy has struck again!
Here in the East of Borno!
Vultures thrives and have made a niche

My house has been razed!
The smell is of cushion and flesh!
My property destroy'd,
my conscience pierced!

The turgidity of my mind!
now re-engineer'd towards revenge!

HISTORY .....By D'Ola

History is ‘His- story’
We either learn or take it as a story…
Sweet to ears,
that cares to hear

WE ARE ONE NATION.......by D'Ola

What a mighty frat we have
holding the nation to its jugular
smashing on our faces the guilt of our misdeeds
of voting them into power

LOVE-LORN NATION

There’s much to lose when love is least

As loving less can't tame a beast

There’s all for gain if love is most

For love permeates ethno-religious coasts

Snapshots of Sorrowed Sights

(You may waste not your wages
Writing the story)
The vista of those gory ordeals
Is mounted on our memories
The charred chests of mothers’ sons
The battered beauty of fathers’ loves