No melodious drumbeats
No stomps of dancing feet,
All day as dry as bone, in bitter pain and agony,
Unclad trees by harmattan breeze
The maidens of the town are missing
Christmas in Chibok,
No Halima to cook the rice,
Chibok is a ghost town,
The hens stroll around
No rice grains to grind
No Halima to cook the rice,
Chibok is a ghost town,
The hens stroll around
No rice grains to grind
Christmas in Chibok
No red roses
Grief is black
The mothers mourn their maidens
No red roses
Grief is black
The mothers mourn their maidens
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