...We Are All Boko Haram Poem by akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)

When we mount the pulpit
To call God's kingdom to come, and
The widow's might strengthen our tongues,
As the congregation sow seed and pay tithes for our
Travel expenses to Babylon, and the widow prays for miracle
In paying her children's school fees,
Then, we are Boko Haram,

When we siphon the entire budget for public
Schools,
And ride on SUVs with security entourage, and our
Children attend private schools at home and abroad,
As the teachers are always on strike,
And the school children become apprentices at devil's workshop,
Then, we are Boko Haram,

When we glib on prime time television
About heaven on our bumpy earth by the year 2020,
While pregnant women still die at childbirth, as young people
Die of malaria,
And youths trek across Sahara desert
In search of greener pasture,
Then, we are Boko Haram,

When we call young people lazy,
And we refuse to retire as due, when our ages get younger
As we grow old,
And our imagination reaches menopause with all
The money in our foreign account,
When we are still youth leaders at 70 years, and
The young people can only serve their nation as thugs,
Then, we are Boko Haram,

When we are too busy to attend
Our child's school drama,
Because our absence from our
‘Businesses' cannot be compromised,
And our house-help becomes parent and mentor
To our child,
Then, we are Boko Haram,

When we mount roadblocks and checkpoints,
And we intimidate innocent people with tax payers
Uniforms and guns, and
The newsman's camera captures extra judicial killings,
And the dead stays dumb,
Then, we are terrorists.

The jungle is thick with iroko trees
Blocking the eyes of the sky,
The Law applies according to ‘strength',
To join the pack' is to survive,
The weak is food for all and,
The pack is
Boko Haram.

© May,2014

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