LASSES LOST AND NOT FOUND





Alas! The extremists
Have gone extreme again,
This time leasing lasses with fist
All for their evil gain.

Alas! Elections elects again,
After Months of mounting mourning,
They are out for evil gain again
Ignoring mothers' mornings mourning.

Alas! They horn honest lies,
Wooing with in-eloquent grandiloquence,
Of their fade out promises
That still live here with us.

They plead with bags of rice
That prevents our glorious rise
And hand us peanuts
That woke insurgents in the north.



We have no state of emergency
But a state without love and mercy
They preach love and togetherness
But promote disunity and greediness.

Our cry has no ending,
Our hope dies unending.
For the news of a dead child,
Is more gracious than of a lost child.

The cry of her Excellency,
The protests of the activists,
The grumbling of the masses,
Are now dead with their carcasses
Lying hopelessly on our streets
Pleading for befitting burials
But none will they receive,
For these lasses are still lost.

Alas! The extremists
Have gone extreme again.
Bombing the innocent nation
In their indecent indoctrination.
We all are "point and kill",
Who refuse their believe.

Oh God of mercy!
These things are done in your name,
They are undone behind:
These lasses lost and not found,
The extremists atrocities in your name,
And those who aid them and lie to us.
Oh God come and help us,
For we are no longer save.

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