BENUE, WE WEEP WITH YOU Benue… Your rivers run red, not with wine, but with blood. Your harvests, once full, now echo with silence. Children who once played beneath your mango trees Now sleep beneath the earth, too soon, too cold. O Benue, bride of the Middle Belt, What wrong have you done to deserve such pain? You fed the nation, yet now you hunger For justice, for peace, for just one more sunrise without sorrow. Mothers clutch empty wrappers where babies once lay. Fathers dig graves instead of planting yams. And the wind carries no laughter now— Only names being whispered to heaven. How long, Lord? "Arise, O Lord; lift up Your hand, O God. Do not forget the helpless." (Psalm 10:12) We cry not just for the land, but for the souls. Souls that knew no crime, yet paid the price. Benue bleeds. But the world must not look away. Let hearts from Asia to the Americas, From Europe to the Isles of the Pacific, Pause and weep with you. "Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted." (Matthew 5:4) Comfort, Lord. Let it fall like rain. Let angels stand guard where government has failed. Let mercy rise like the morning sun. To every widow, every orphan, every trembling soul You are not forgotten. Your pain is etched in eternity. And though men forget, God never will. Benue, we stand with you. We kneel with you. We lift our hands in prayer and protest, And we say with all that is in us— You will rise again. #GodHealBenue #ComfortBenue #HeartsForBenue #TearsForBenue #BenueWillRiseAgain #HeavenHearsBenue