A BROKEN THUNDER

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Daam! Daam! Daam! It breaks,
The sound of a broken thunder.

Never do I ever heard of it before,
But, now it’s the pulsation of my heartbeat.

The thunder through the calm atmosphere,
Came it as dark as Satan’s spiteful heart.

Ratatatatah! Tastastastas! Ratatatatah!
The sound of a heavy gun!



The North is now a tatted garden asunder,
Kidnapped I am day and night for ransom,
That I've turned fountain for the vampires.

Paralyzed we are with broken thunder,
Driving us to untimely early graves,
In numbers weakening our hands to bear.


Ratatatatah! Tastastastas! Ratatatatah!
                The sound of a heavy gun!

Fathers weep for their lovely pregnant wives,
Mothers weeping for their innocent children,
While children yell at corpses of their parents

Everyone jittery and everywhere condolences,
Which throw its stinging throes in our hearts
As love kept reincarnating their bodily mirages

Daam! Daam! Daam! It breaks,
The sound of a broken thunder.

We're crying at the top our hallow voices,
For help at the shut ears of Aso Rock,
Whose security agenda is endangering.

Aso Rock blames the invisible thunder
The Army blames the insufficient logistics
While the thunder rejoices the dilly-dallying.

Ratatatatah! Tastastastas! Ratatatatah!
The sound of a broken thunder.

O the Almighty Allah to you we repent,
The  only trustworthy, the everlasting God,
To disband the plots against our well-being.

Allah the owner of the thunder!


Penned by;
Anas Ɗansalma
0n February, 2015
Edited on 10/6/2020

#NorthernLivesMatters

First presented at College of Arts Science and Remedial Studies (CAS) as my third written poem during the hard time of Boko Haram bombblasts and still a reference to the Northern insecurities today. May Allah rescue the Northern people. Amin.

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