Nigeria, why?!

You told me that I have my right to exercise the privilege that I desire, you told me that I can choose my religion and worship whomever I choose. Why has my obedience to the constitution brought pain and this life of misery? 

My fortune was on fire, my intestine feeling the coldness and the coarse texture of sand. 

I say goodbye to you growing Igbos but my pen has bled a history to read.

For obeisance to the country's law ___my life has come in exchange.

PS: This is inspired by the killings of Christians in the North region of Nigeria.