New every morning are the hymns
Daily sounding from all our Winds
Some sing for love. Some sing of rape
And some hum to restore hymens
But no matter how loud one hums
No hum can mend a reaped hymen.
New every morning are the sounds
The “born to rule” whine for power
The “rising suns” hum for the taste
The Oduduwas have their buzz
The “oil loaners” ever yell
But no matter how loud one cries
No cry can mend a reaped hymen.
New every morning are the cries
Causing Boko Haramic blasts
Loading the guns for resting MEND
Whetting OPC cutlasses
Waking the sleeping MASSOBians
Screaming resounding “on your marks”
Like we’ve got the guts to tear out
From the Centre of Unity
But no matter how loud the cry
No cry can call back a hymen.
New every morning are the screams…
Most recently I hear sirens
From our Centre of Unity.
They’re not sirens from Aso Rock.
No they are from no government.
They’re not sirens from ambulance.
No they are not from vehicles.
The sirens are from vocal cords
Of Abuja “aborigines”.
They siren for a State of theirs
And all that should go with a state.
They siren against FCT
And now the LAND SWAP signatures.
Some hinted they could start bombing
Like the Boko Haram terrors.
Well, let them hear this loud and loud:
Following the Constitution
FCT was wooed a virgin,
FCT wedded a virgin,
The bride price paying may have faults
But FCT has children now
Death or divorce cannot help that
So FCT “aborigines”,
Call off sirens and alarums.
The amnesty songs may be sweet
But the dead cannot dance to it
Pursue peace while you’re in a piece
‘Cause in pieces you won’t have peace.
But if you insist with the cries
Do bear in mind now and always
Rape victims’ cry can outlive them
But their hymens never grow back.
New every morning are the hymns…
Now since we must sing every day
Come let’s sit and compose new songs
And maybe renew wedding vows
Let’s strive for honeyed love-making
To wash away our tears from rapes
And bless us with the needed grace
To bear children who will not be
Raped while they are still in the womb.