A Birth Day Cake for Chibok
Iam Chibok,
Blood of sorrow flows here
The sun shines for everyone
Not for me
And my children
The sun rise and set over me
There is no shine
My smiles have dried out
My paragons disappeared
Say this not in Donetsk
Say this not in Paris
Say this not in the belly of Copenhagen
Brotherhood is dead!
Darkness came over me
And stopped no champagne
We must carry on
Yes we must carry on
We must de-skin love to be tough
We must de- skin brotherhood to be tough
We must burry motherhood to be tough
Walahi! We must burry fatherhood to cover
trouble
Iam Chibok
I have been rapped many times at will
Even when they have no erections
They disvirgined my offspring
Throats open on end, lineages end unnoticed
Yet you look on, come and go so lazily lately
I am Chibok, in me sleep died
Yet you look on
You carry on
You do birthdays and meriments
To watch fireballs on my mountains
My day is longer, my night is longer
Insomnia sleeps here, to keep me awake
My widows guide my hymen
Hunters seek my love to preserve
There is no carrot here
There is no stick either
Only bulging pockets
Where the squirrels hide the nuts
Let the stars on the shoulders shine
Let the boots hit the ground
To eclipse this streams of sorrow
Let me be, like you
Let me be, be, be, be, let me be.

Indeed touching.