micheal john


the evil behind the mask


They are the evil behind the mask,
they live in our homes,
share same bed with us,
at their arms we are ensnared.
they are the evil behind the mask.
At their scenes of play:
we mourn our fathers,
we mourn our mothers,
we mourn our uncles,
we mourn our aunties,
we buried our friends.

Before our very own eyes they are massacred in cold blooded.
By the aliens behind the mask.
From afar i beheld the ravages of our camp.
At my gaze eyes failed to blink,
as it rained as of a heavy downpour.
even lucifer paused in marvel
at their horrible scenes of play.

They are the evil behind the mask,
their name boko, others haram.
People laments, others mourn.
Our camp is known in wailing.sitted on the lips of our folks
mournful songs of their gone children,
all at the hands of the aliens behind the mask.

They live in our homes,
share same bed with us,
enjoy the delicacies of our meal,
they are the evil behind the mask.
They are the bastards and the menace of the community.
Their name boko, others haram,
people Laments.
They are the evil behind the mask.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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