700 hundred dead Mohamed Yusuf

700 hundred dead Mohamed Yusuf

700 hundred dead Mohamed Yusuf

700 hundred susceptible,

desperate for salvation and ease on this earth

Mostly women and children
There was a 1 minute blip on the BBC

BOKO HARAM

[Western education is forbidden]

Most Nigerians,

Most Northern Nigerians do not even know the group's name

Here in the West we call them Cults.

Cults!

Hungry, illiterates, consumed and oppressed by ignorance and superstition

700 hundred dead

Who mourns you

Who remembers your name,

your space,

your children?

We cannot acknowledge what we do understand

Like the side of the bed by the wall,

where the dust mites reign

We only notice you when we move our furniture,

How you got there

Why you got there

All that matters is that we annihilate your presence away.

Your last cries are mute

Your children did not exist

700 hundred dead

Looking for salvation under the veil

Two steps behind, meal prepared, house kept

I was dancing, rejoicing, in the thralls of wedding celebrations

While you were under siege

Your ears filled with swarms of bees

Your bladders in ecstasy

My country is held together by chewing gum

With blood letting every few months

An uncontrollable sacrifice to our pagan ancestors

Our old and ancient land

May your souls,Old and young, true and false, evil and good

Rest