We ask you kindly to leave this place
We no longer want you around.
Your chiefs and leaders equivocate
Our authority remains propound.
Your armies harass and pilfer
Your security teams rape and kill.
You’re holding no one accountable
For the blood my people spill.
This is the place our forefathers braved
Where thousands of ancestors died.
You destroyed everything they accomplished
With your browbeating, loathing and lies.
In the midst of our political crisis
Statewide resolution absconds.
Our leaders are wadding the waters
As our tribes and our clans slowly drown.
Is my parliament made up of puppets
Controlled by your margins and bounds,
Whilst your coalition provisional pundit
Remains unabashed and profound?
Don’t sell me your internal hearings
Your assessment’s no more than a ruse.
This is my country my homeland
To hell with your canons and views.
Everywhere people are dying
Our civil war isn’t a joke.
This bloodbath you created is over
Your license has been revoked.
From "ONE DAY; Life, Love and Controversy in Middle America
by SHIRLEY HOWARD HALL