Living in the third most terrorized country in the world,
And reading about the fall of Kabul.
Fear sinks deep into my skin, penetrating to my bone marrows.
Knowing what this means for terrorism.
Embolden and revitalized terror has become,
More heartless they will rampage on.
Unknown to the rest of the world,
To those who never had a taste of terror first hand.
Nigeria is a place of fraud,
A place of perpetual crimes.
As always painted in the news.
Ignoring the ever brilliant minds across the globe,
Trying to erase such myopic thoughts.
Not minding the vast honest citizens,
Bending to the tune of mainstream media,
Always painting Africa Dark.
We fight an enemy that seems too unreal,
A foe that the western world created.
To satisfy their dark political agenda,
While the citizens pay with their bloods.
Remember Afghanistan and the twenty years of war,
Think about the collapse and the thousands of lives lost in battle.
In the end terrorist were negotiated with,
The West turn deaf ears.
A sick world of chaos,
A place of perpetual violence unending,
Such is the days of our lives in these regions.
Like Afghanistan and Iraq,
Nigeria trailing them and been trailed in war torn Syria.
Not list of achievement or development,
But ranks of terror central of the universe.
Such is a place where we survive each day.
Different days comes with despair,
Each day with it's waves of havoc,
Blood spilled in the dead of the night.
And the break of dawn with multiple casualties.
Morning comes with uncertainty,
Not knowing the terrible news that will come later.
Echoes of terrorism in it's wildest forms.
Each being brandish with different names,
To suit different shades of political agenda,
In a supposed civilized world.
Where terror reign supreme.
The fall of Kabul is a spell of doom.
It's the awakening of broad daylight horror.
And different countries might share the same fate.
As a result of the recent happenings.
Only the ones who have tasted terror,
Might have a feel of what's like in Kabul.