I will paint words full of scary rage.
So put on your war shoes,
for these words will unearth your hidden foes.
Brother don’t be naive,
lest like Adam they get you
through Eve.
Ignore their pseudo laughter,
for that’s the cheap means of plotting your slaughter.
So Peter pull-off your dreadful swords
for if a man by swords liveth
shall his tomb be adorned with honors.
Let the streets sing songs of provokes.
Let the women chant libations
with exacerbated agitations.
Let war rain!
Lets reclaim our lost lands.
Let blood flow freely,;
lest the hunger in our stomachs kill us slowly.
Look brother,
either you fight now or not…
Death shall in his own time
come to untie our life-knots!
Written by: Abel Iseyen Ancientman
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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