SAVE YOUR OFFSPRING, MOTHER LAND By Rev. Fr Linus Akali Ihebirinachi It’s another midnight Though faint, not the darkest night Only the brightest of this nightlight The colors and rays of the moonlight So has become the ordeal of our nights Worst when not time for moonlight The horrors of the darkness Coupled the cries of the helpless People rendered homeless Crying and panting yet helpless While many of their beloved lie lifeless But I call you mother of all Not too late , no not late at all To call to know why you fall So heavily not to raise at all To the tears and weeping of all Can’t forget you for once Brace up your voice To shun this menace That murder sleeps from the eyes Of these offspring in their innocence O my darling Motherland Who has bruised you so profound That you pant and weep hard Without a moment of joy to find Even with all these blessings you had? Who created such vacuum in your heart That you always fill it with blood Swal...