Let the flag fly at half-mast;
Till children are no longer burned to death.
Let the people be in permanent mourning;
Till soldiers lay down their guns and terrorists forget how to scare.
Let there be a deafening silence in the church and mosque;
Till the kidnappings and vanishings cease to exist.
Let a condolence book be open in every home, every office, every meeting place;
Till unjust deaths are not as common as rain in the wet season.
Let the parties and thanksgivings stop;
Till those who serve us with their lives are given their dues.
Let the elaborate concerts and their million-naira VIP tickets be cancelled;
Till each mouth is fed and every child is in school.
Let the men wear black;
Till fists are unfolded and raw bruises are but a prehistoric nightmare.
Let the streets be empty.
Go home all of you and weep!
Let my country’s flag fly at half-mast;
Till it is worth the glory it ascribes to itself.
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