Your house roofs went to market,
When will you learn?
Your chiefs are killed day and night,
When will you learn?
Your crops suffer under their watch,
When will you learn?
Your children sleep in the open,
When will you learn?
Your small businesses are hijacked,
When will you learn?
The borders are controlled by strangers,
When will you learn?
You live like foreigners in your own house,
When will you learn?
Your lands are seized by them,
When will you learn?
You are kept in displaced camps,
When will you learn?
You rent a garden just to survive,
When will you learn?
Yes, terror walks within your land,
When will you learn?
Lying in broad daylight, mingling among you,
When will you learn?
They are using your daughters,
When will you learn?
Your daughters are draining your blood,
When will you learn?
With the king of corruption, hegemony, and destruction,
When will you learn?
Covered with lies in red colour,
When will you learn?
Wake up, son of man!
Dress up, dress for war
Home is calling!
Sir. Abunerry
Writer Critic and Poet

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