Is it a crime to be born here?
Born in a land where mother's eat their children's future while exercising their franchise.
Over a token that cost them four years of pain.
Is it a crime to grow up here?
Grow in a place where the young die for the old and this blood cycle continues every four years.
No wonder our soil, coloured red no longer buds fruits, green.
Is it a crime to live here?
Here in Bornu where we sleep with eyes half closes, doors fully shut.
For no one knows when nemesis would come knocking at the gates of our mortality.
Is it a crime to be black, to be African, to be Nigerian?
Edaki Aaron Odion
© A-Clef The Poet
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