I'm not a Boko Haramist.
I do not share the myopia of a Sect.
Yet, I just detonated a Bomb.
I didn't kill an innocent Thousand.
I murdered a whole lot more.
It wasn't in Madalla or Jos.
Neither the UN Building nor in a Bus.
It was in their Wicked Hearts.
Where my Volatile Poetry Exploded.
And wounded none, but their Marooning Consciences.
I killed them All.
@2012, Razon-Anny Justins' 'The Metamorphosis and Other Poems'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem