They stretched out their whimsical hands
Invested with chronic hospitality
That manufactures intellectual assassins
Who wantonly changes green to brown
Fear grip three ossicies as heavy noise
Of destructive bomb ready to blast eardrum
Kids suffocate in their corrupt mansions
Seeing a coup by man against himself
Childish brain wishes to catch the glimpse
Of ugly scene of massacre drama
While he is shielded by his mother
Let them know those who start war stories
Don’t live to write the epilogue.
Ojediran John Olufemi
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