War
It took our boys,
And turned them into men.
It raped our girls,
And made them pregnant with hate.
It took away the toys from our children's hands,
And taught them to toy with each other's lives.
Weapons are no longer made for wars,
But wars are made for weapons.
Leaders watch the nation burn,
So they can bask in the ashes.
Where do we head?
With necks denied their heads?
The blood is creating a red carpet in the roads,
So that a leader's shoes escape the dust.
But hands will shake,
Once the people are weak enough to be feasted upon once more.
The people shall be given a circus,
And soon they shall forget.
They shall come together,
Like scattered grains of rice,
So that the upper class can have a mouthful.
They shall bury the past,
But hold on to their hatchets.
They shall have a different script read out to them,
And a few Hail Maries, for all leaders come from God.
(A poem for Nigeria )
Elliepoet
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