Each year did she laugh?
A pen and book in hand,
Did she walk to school
With her friends?
Did she walk to future?
Her hopes and dreams in hand,
Did she sat down
To hold the sand
In her soft palms?
Did she live with no fears?
Until boko haram came,
To snatch her freedom,
Her dreams and hopes,
Did she cry out to Nigeria?
Save me please,
Did I listen?, did I help?
I never met her,
Her face a mask,
In my mind eyes,
Yet I am sad
At her plight,
Her stolen dreams,
My helplessness.
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