Titanic Tale Poem by Egbe Chris

Our life in the hand of the insurgence, we have heard of boko in some year ago.so stand you tall Africa, stand you cling Nigeria.they have made our Goodluck, badluck in the titan history of west africa.making our leaders emergence titular, of kolanut.we cry for the deaths of our beloved great future leaders, when death is busy screaming i want no more death. Haram thugs in the jungle with our girls, thrashing out tears from their eyes.therming the country in tempest swelter.now we have to do some thing but not with our force, not with our leaders but the question here is! With who.cause our negotiation have paid a price to our corruption. We only have necks to fight this anomic stars, but have no head to see.but with our inner quizzical soul we can win our fight with trust.