We walk the road
To the polluted pools
Again and again.
We swim
In the polluted pools
And sigh
When our bodies
Are covered with scabbies.
Bombs blast!
We buckle
And negotiate with bullies,
We acquiesce quickly.
Haram hangmen are here
Tightening the noose
On the necks of boko adherents.
Like bullies before
They seek our surrender.
After bombs,
We negotiate.
After negotiating,
Beetles burrow into our barn.