Witness

But one day I will, a witness Muslims and Christians, even, the traditionalists When tears will grace this face Within which my joy will cry In it my pains of insecurity The anguish in misinterpretations The one of which siblings and kids friends and families in lost But my tears will wash away The sorrows of the past When Muslims, and Christians even, the traditionalists Will kiss and exchange breads In it my tears will grace this face Within which my joy will cry That pains and insecurity has gone When Arabs will sought the Jews And Ibos will hold Fulanis in kiss That day, I will, a witness {Culled from Colours In My Rhythms by Abimbola Davis}