I PLEAD REDEMPTION

Seventy-two guns salute

Seventy-two standing candles

Seventy-two beautiful coffins

For seventy-two sleeping souls.

This is not a poem

It is a song of lamentation

For the skin of Benue

Nailed to the cross of violence.

They fed lands with their owners

After feeding the owners with weapons of mass destruction.

Killing is bliss in the market of freedom

Death was born in the forest of hatred.

I will not loathe the cowards and their cows

I will not muse for the statue in ass-old rock

Don't give me that fool-and-ill look

Statues don't enfold MR-NIGER, they are only proud of D.

Seventy-two guns salute

Seventy-two standing candles

Seventy-two beautiful coffins

For seventy-two sleeping souls.

This is not a poem

It is a song of redemption

For the skin of Benue

Nailed to the cross of violence.

I pray for your torn soul

I pray for your pierced soul

I pray for your butchered soul

I pray for your lost soul.

This is all my allegiance

Could incoherently utter,

My voice has lost its way

To the dwindling waters of my heart.

I can't preach healing

I am not a prophet of doom,

I only wish fortitude boom

As you dwell in mourning.

For the sake of bones broken recklessly

For the sake of blood running endlessly

For the sake of the soul tore inhumanly

Benue, for the sake of seventy-two martyrs, I plead redemption.

Redemption is salvation from lamentation

that can steal our hearts

and burn it into flames of revenge,

that will bleed strong aversion.

I plead redemption

Let's bleed green hope,

I plead salvation

Let's bleed green healings.