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What a world where men swim in wickedness,
Drink in envy and mischievousness
Riding with their wings so pure 
But heart as black as the coal.
Yes wickedness lives behind the gate of the world
Evils had cracked the walls of goodness.
Good things last no more 
Drums of war sounds more like a thunderstorm
And children are left naked and in misery 
Effluvium of epidemic day in day out
Piled up in a bundle as plantain 
Troding to hell amidst tears.
Women are now the breadwinners instead of men
While the villain freed and the innocent languished in pains

Go tell the court they have done us no good 
Go tell the church it went against the holy doctrine
Tell you the school its teaches us harm and revenge
Its only held red chalk writing revenge and war
And we sat on the frying pan smiling as if we are honoured but 
alas, the world is evil
The world is lost, thousand years behind things remained the same.


Take away food from me and give me books
Let me learn the art of war like father who fought bravery
In the civil unrest but were disappointed by the leaders.
I can defend my people, my self and all.


Where is mother ?    
Has she been taken out of the dungeon like the other women?
I pity those women the war came upon.
The civil unrest slaughtering human in cold blooded hands.
Behold the fence they stood,
Stranded in hell,the street their native home.


In us lies the fault not the world itself.
We wanted so much of the luxuries 
So wickedness hastened in and we could not fight bribery and corruptions.
they are now our neighbours 
We drive and play in the neighbourhood.
We caused it, we killed our brothers and sisters 
Who could shield us from evil.

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