Nigeria to Somalia
Here I lay to sleep in Nigeria,
If tomorrow I awake in Somalia;
Ushered in by the gladiators’ greed,
Tell the world I saw no transformation; neither did I any change feel.
If tomorrow I awake in Somalia,
Smuggled out for a journey so far.
Tell the world I breathed no fresh air while alive,
And my eyes never witnessed change arrive.
If I awake tomorrow to the sound of guns,
And behold the abbeys deserted by monks and nuns,
Do not stop to sing the national anthem,
Do not look back when you see the flag decorated with phlegm.
Do not hide out reading psalms in your room,
Or run to any mosque to take cover.
Look through your house and destroy every broom;
Look through the store and rip apart all umbrellas.