What else?

Now that the sky rebels,
Changed its hue to that of blood,
Asking for more
So it colour won’t fade away

Now that our creed; our everyday pledge
Sang in pride in ages past,
Now a dirge we sing like snails
          -head in shell

Now that our swords
lost the meaning of brotherhood
And each day drink blood to stupor,
Though we are told they are sticks,
But the carrier uses them on men
thinking we are cattle




Now that life is cruel,
Explosion is like fertilizer
Of which our land craves for
And violence made the movies
We watch each day saying it’s news.

What else?
Where else should we expect more?
2001 – we shouted for peace
2018 – we jos want peace
Artist made illustrations
And Poets – their pen they wield; ready for battle
Yet our leaders hid themselves in the warmth of hypocrisy
And our oppressor in broad daylight.

What else? Maranatha…

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