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Bring Back Our Girls (I Can Hear Their Cry)

I can hear their cry
I can hear their cry
It sounds louder when i watch the news every night at 9
And i am reminded that the youngest girl was about nine.

I can hear the sound of bombs,
Just before they deafen my ears
and all that is left of innocent people is tyres and pieces of destroyed homes.
Flyers with their faces on it begging them to come home.

A country extremely divided
A country extremists divided
People are now afraid to pray
unsure if its their church that will be bombed today
Fear found its way to lock up churches on sundays.

A group hiding behind religion, forcing it down our throats
A group hiding behind religion to use humans as scapegoats.

Simply using violence as a way to gain power.

As i read this poem, body parts are flying somewhere in Nigeria.
As i read this poem
richmen are sitting comfortably in their chair claiming to be concerned about Nigeria.

I can hear their cry.
Sounds like the voices of almost 300 girls
stolen from their families and paying for their freedom of choice with bondage.
I looked up the definition of westernisation.
I guess i was lucky to escape them.
But i am not too far away
Because i can hear their cry
I can hear their cry
it sounds louder when i watch the news every day at 9
And i am reminded that the youngest girl was about nine.
Who will be sold into the hands of a man that will teach her love is born out of hate.
Or that power is bondage.
Or that her beauty
Is measured by a ransom of money from rich men
Or that religion
can be found in the mouth of a gun.
Or that freedom
Is a synonym for slavery
Or that tears
are simply droplets of water that have no meaning.
Sold into the hands of a man
who will teach her these things
While i sit here and pray that she will someday unlearn these things

I hope you know that you are a lighthouse,
And this wave will not swallow you.
I hope you know that you are a lighthouse,
And this wave will not swallow you.


I pray that violence
will no longer tear a country into bones and blood.
Breaking down houses
into stones and mud.
I can only hope that peace that wins this battle
I hope you know that you are a lighthouse,
And this wave will not swallow you.


-Theresa Lola

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