A day of true liberation, when Christ breaks the shackles of death,
He makes a show of the grave, the tomb its champion met.
On such a blessed day like this, my heart with thoughts are filled,
of the freedom his death has wrought, and yet his own suffer a lot.
From the cry of the innocent child in Syria, to the sorrow of the abducted students in Nigeria.
From the cries of war and hate in Afghanistan, to the bombs and pace of hate in Pakistan.
The peace of the Easter story and its conquest of Satan’s gory, cannot but make you sorry for such a pressing worry.
Yet the people’s leaders for instance in Nigeria continues a-politicking,
their populace subjected to diverse ransacking, they trade blames, insulting and barking.
Today it is arms and legs that are flying, tomorrow scores of girls that are sighing.
Their only fault: they belong to Nigeria, a state where the senseless rule the wise, and the clueless the savvy.
The question is: when shall the lesson of Easter be taken to its root?
Who shall stand up for the people against the cheats, hooligans and the crooks?
60 million youths in the country have languished, now well close to 60 years,
Shall they continue to wait for Christ who has done his part and awaits theirs?
Happy Easter, but it’s ‘a sorry’ for about a 100 girls,
They are in slavery in their country, for our national lack of guts.