Peter tells me of the lettings
Watching from the fortress heights
Ibos striking with their weapons
Killing Hausas through the night

Watching from the flats Amadi 
Shaking hears her plaintive cries
Haunting echoes through the night
Soothes her woundings and her gashes

Hears again her plaintive cries
Clutches at his arm in terror
Soothes her woundings and her gashes
Ibo laughter from the bushes

Holding tight her nakedness
Wanting, holding in compassion
Blot the laughter from the bushes
So young, oh dying Hausa girl.

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