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Where are my
Nigerians?
Nigerians, you are murderers
You murder yourselves for no apparent reason
Nigerians your hands are tainted with blood
Nigerians you have tasted blood, and liked it
Nigerians you now live to kill, and kill to live
You are bloody Nigerians, you are, you are!
You are wickedly bloody Nigerians, you are!
Nigerians you are inhumane, yes you are!
No, not the Muslims
No, not the Christians
Just you Nigerians, yes you
Nigerians you are wicked, you are bloody, you are ruthless, you are brutal
No, not Muslims, No, not Christian, yes Nigerians, you
You are killers, you murder your brothers, you murder your sisters, you murder
your fathers, you murder your mothers, you murder your children
Oh yes you are murderers Nigerians, yes you are!
No, it is not about religion, your different beliefs, or the teachings
No, it is not about your faith either, you lied: they are excuses for what you
have become
Like savages, you murder with anger and cause destruction in your land
Like monsters, you murder with viciousness and leave distorted images along your
path
Like hunters, you murder with arrows, bows, and guns, you set your land on fire
My Nigerians we are wicked
Oh no, where has our humane society gone, where are my brothers, where are my
sisters, where are my parents?
Gone! gone! gone!
Where, that you left these murderers in our land?
Where have you gone?
Who are these heartless souls? What have made them heartless, why Nigerians,
why! Why! oh people of lesser God, why?
You have lost the ability to feel
You have lost the ability to love
You call God, yet you know him not
You say you kill for him, yet he said you should not
You destroy in his name, yet he said you should not
Savages, monsters, hunters of human, you have masked yourselves
To kill in the morning, to kill in the afternoon, and to kill at night
Nigerians, you murderers, Nigerians you killers
Yes you are, Yes you are!
Ngozi
Enyia
Wednesday, October 17,
2001
A poem inspired by the recent
killings in Kano, Nigeria (~ Friday, October 12)
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