Like vultures we flew and hid our faces trembling with fear Our harmony thorn to pieces, with our eyes open we sleep, for our land has been raped Like monkeys we live in the forest, living behind our homes homeless, and our chickens roasted With rifles and A. K'47s they came, unleashing mayhem, sweeping out innocent souls Like rapists they defiled Borno, a home of peace turned into where cockroaches and rats dine and wine in amusement Ooh! Mujahid Ameen lilo, write me Borno! Write me of how it used to be the home of peace, how its nature attracts the mind and soul © Hassan Idris 1/9/2019