Martyr

Nigeria
You have killed me
You have made martyr out of me
You have made dark, bloodied life out of me

I hate to be the weak kind
The kind that walks away
That does not persevere
That throws in the towel half way to the finish line
And let's steady pace become dragged feet;
become cramped muscles and tired bones

No, you are no Aleppo
But you are insurgency
You are famine and war
You are slow poison, Nigeria
You are steady death
You are insidious torture

I don't know if I can love you anymore
I don't know how to love anymore
something that has, all my life, only tried to kill me
I cannot continue
I cannot sit here
and die

Nigeria
How you kill me
How you make martyr out of me
Make dark, bloodied life out of me