THE ROOT OF THE UNKNOWN GUN MEN
When we spoke gently
They listened not to our voice with laughter
Sad complaining voices of beggars
They abandoned us to stagger
When we cried roughly of our torments
Ever increasing from the start of things
They watched our large mouths to hunger and shaped off the laughter of our big children
Who will render to help Us?
We clamoured and murmured
Complained and maintained
They blocked ear to our pitiful tears
Which grows in us like a tumour in the white depth of our plaintive throats
Our dead bodies have have come up with the dead buried in the grave but our souls cries out for vengeance for we are fathers and mothers
Brothers and sisters buried in years back
We cried to the government when we were alive with our clumsy voices
But they were deaf to our cries
They destroyed our hope of living with their promises
They destroyed our markets which is our only means of survival left they vows hanged on the air
Because of them,we died
Because of them, we left the earth,
Leaving our cries on the air, on the water and other land for our sons to hear and trace.
Now they have traced it and have chosen to adhere to our cries
To avenge the government in repay of their deeds to us
Our sons are the UNKNOWN GUN MEN
Who have chosen to wipe our tears
For the happiness of their generation
They watched us suffered when they were small
They depended on the promises of the government which led to the lost of their love ones and now they have chosen to avenge their death
This men can be your neighbor
They can be your friend
They can be your siblings
But they are on a mission to avenge their death of their love ones
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