MY COUNTRY AND THIER TERRORIST

Government coliding with the terrorist still pretending to be fighting them

MY COUNTRY AND THEIR BOKO HARAM

I wonder the word of a single man,
Controlling the souls of others under their influence,
A country already full of cankerworms,
Now the invincible men exist.

We make them invincible,
Betrayal looms among us,
Creating a sour to our defensive team,
Putting them in an area of confusion.

How long will they torment us ?
The innocent blood shed is enough,
Our leaders turn it into a game,
Survival of the fittest.

They have blood running through their veins,
They slaughter us like animal.
O my dear country,
We are the giant.

When a man will sleep, Just to wake up six feet under the ground,
Still they tell us everything is under control,
Lie!!! they hide under their influence.

We made them powerful,
We made them a bloody killer,
Allowing them to go in out across the border.

Those at the top make trouble,
We below are made to pay in double,
How close are we to victory ?
When we still have a fight going on in our cabinet.

My fellow country men,
Terrorist is what they call them,
Invincible men is what you name them,
Blood sucking vampire is what i give them,
Denying themselves from the truth,
Claiming to fight a holy war,
But if everyone is killed,
Who will they convert ?

They never think twice before they act,
Picking up arms like toys
We hide them,making them invincible,
Who are those under the veil ?

Stealing our innocent girls,
Deprive them of their right,
Destroying their future,
Just to statisfy their own ambition.

Pointing a gun at your fellow,
Insanity is what i call it,
Machine gun preacher,
Claiming to be the keeper of the word.

Who can we blame,
Those in charge of arms or those who are the world power.
Where are the weapons coming from ?

They kill without conscience,
They never ask themselves
How authentic are his words,
Brain washing them,turning them into killers.

My country grief,
Pretending to be at peace,
Unable to kill the cankerworms among them,
Harboring the killers in their custody.

Our soldiers are fighting,
Some people are making it fruitless,
Gallantly they fought even when death knocks,
Their commander still put them on death roll,
Why can't they go themself ?

Silently we ask ourselves,
Where will they attack next,
When will the saviour come,
This is the voice of my people,
My country and it's terrorist.

Reviews

[Celie Rose]

I love this poem.
It is very thought provoking
and ultimately true.
I love your insight
Silently we ask ourselves,
Where will they attack next,
When will the saviour come,
This is the voice of my people,
My country and it's terrorist.
No one is safe in this world today.
consequently, there is a heavenly
government already firmly established.
It will crush and put an end to
all earthly governments and
will stand til time indefinite.
As for the terrorist,
his day will come too.
Great work!

[richieb]

Daniel, lot of anger. Man was never intended to govern himself so the blame is on both sides. Each individual needs to reconcile themselves with God and be healed from within. You do not serve God with a gun,but with an open and contrite heart. Richie B.

[Cyndy Robinson]

Interesting piece. I am questioning what's going on here, and that isn't bad or good, it means I am interested in this. In portions of this I get the sense you are an American but of the same nationality as the terrorists, and identifying with Americans, in other portions I get the sense you are not, you are simply wondering why as Americans, we allow this. Americans are a society of mutts. We all came from somewhere else. Americans at their best will admit this. Supposedly we all have freedoms, which as you show here may have run amok. But in all that, no two of us are cut from the same cloth. You should accept people first and foremost as people, we transcend a nationality. I just think as a piece it would be a lot stronger if you spoke out, if we knew exactly what you are talking about. And maybe it doesn't matter, can kind of see both sides here.

[Solar]

the truth is told in these words:

Claiming to fight a holy war,
But if everyone is killed,
Who will they convert ?

[sansrity sinha]

a poem depicting the real situation. really a nice descriptive poems (minor errors mainly typos). Thanks for sharing.

[Daniel]

Thanks for the observation.

[Cody Jeremy Thompson]

A pretty nice poem but there were a few mistakes I'll write corrections in brackets :
They have blood running through their vains(veins)
They slaughter us like animal(s)
Those at the top makes the trouble(Those at the top make trouble)
Blood sucking vimpire(vampire) is what i give them,
Picking up arms like a toy(like toys)
They never ask themself(themselves)
Harboring the killers in there(their) custody

There's probably a few more but regardless it was nice to read this and keep in mind these corrections aren't meant to discourage you from writing quite contrary I'd like to see more from you. I just wanted to point these out so you can fix them and make the poem a bit better that way.

[Daniel]

Thanks for your observation is really going to help me improve with my writing skills .

[Cody Jeremy Thompson]

No problem but there might be more mistakes.