She was only twenty-four
But could have been forty-four
Deep in the savannah of Rann
She toiled for the vulnerable
In the sights of Boko Haram
That was abominable
Faced with horror
She braved the terror
Now she’s gone in a whiff
Her pain and despair
Our groan and nightmare
Hauwa’s hour was swift
Tears and tributes will not bring her back
Agony and sorrow will come and pass
But our angel was not taken away.
Her sempiternal memory lives each day.
