Anemia

I grew up in Jos, Nigeria... and is always crisis, tension, people's would lose their spouse over what they have no knowledge of, overmatched parents become childless, I watch kids from wealth home wake on the street because the crisis has swallowed up their parents, I saw properties built up with so much years of hard work and sweat raise to ashes, I felt the pain of these people but there was nothing I could do, I tried to hate them, but I found no hate in my heart, I do like the fact that i have to feel warm towards them but I can't help myself, and all I ask is that the Christians in the northern part of Nigeria deserve to be loved too... since the indisposed to hate their enemies. The poem is name after the fact that the love that these Christians have is becoming anemic because it is not being reciprocated.