Cease Fire
Mr nobody-can-catch me;
Many have passed to yonder by your rod of power,
you have kept millions weeping and wailing
while you are wining and dining on their inheritance
just because you want to rule this this terrestial ball.
Blood of the pure you have shed on the plains,
skulls of the saints you have scattered on the way,
the hearts of the uprights you have wounded and displaced
just because you want to have your way.
Your thoughts as fire rages with pain;
your words are arrows that bruises and slay
your services are thorns that shoke others' gain
just because you want to take hold of today.
Your backbones are favoured and sealed
but your competitors are captured and dismissed
your seeds are watered and cherished
while others' are scatered and purnished.
Mr stony heart,
Yesterday might be yours
and today is smilling at you,
even tommorow seems like a bonus share and a free asset
but a day will come that your arsenal will become a desert,
your mansions then will become dungeons
and bullets will be scarce in your riffle.
Then, you will be forced to cease fire.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2006
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