(For the victims of January 20, 2012 Kano attack)
What cruel device does fate
Yet in store haveth for me?
To find sanctuary in the house of my enemy
Will that rouse my dying faith?
Traipsing in an unknown familiar land
Land filled with body-shredding mines.
Mine-less still this land could ne'er be mine;
For what use is a land with no secreting gland?
On this land withal, many great souls lost.
Colour turning scarlet-red for much blood
Heavy rock of sins reminds me of the Lord.
On this land, men of valour drowned in lust.
The longer we stay the deeper
The cold and damp soaks into our bones.
The rain makes way only for the north cyclone;
The stinging bite of the body-piercing winter.
Come the dawn, we count our losses;
At dawn, we sow the earth with our dead.
Fighting a new kind of war we so dread,
A war without honour, without end or pause.
In the calm of the wintry noontide,
In sorrow's solitary lone hour;
Unbridled, death cast o'er us its power
Of tempest of life, with nowhere to hide.
In this war not for weight of glory,
In this war not for crown and palm.
Bruised beyond the soothing of a balm.
Drowned for no victory safe this gory.
Marching on while the worldlings sneer.
Trudging on the realms above,
There to sing of redeeming love;
The perfect love that cast out all fear.
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