War

Driven to war As the horse is driven to the streams so was I driven to war. Hardship in my mother’s house drove me to war of hunting for survival. In my father’s tent where I was, you came and drove me to war. The money offered; forced me to kill in the war that I never intended to fight Papers obtained with hardship that are wasting in my hands; drove me to war. Driven to war is driven to sudden death; and driven to exile is driven to untold hardship. My quest for justices and fairness in sharing of the cake drove me to war. I became like a woman approaching menopause that is yet to marry; That is driven into a war of hanging out with married men. War everywhere ! war everywhere! ……, Who cares what is driven me to war? Hands of the greed has driven peace and love into an exile, and war has suddenly taken her root down into the soil of human mind. Everything in life has suddenly becomes a war, many are driven into spiritual war, physical war and battles of unknown, just to make a different in life. There is no one left out of war, we all are driven to war. In my exile, I heard of various wars and murdering in my father’s land, War to obtain bright future in exile, seems difficult as the finger of war spread across nations. Which kingdom war does not exist? The kingdom of Jesus that shall come shortly. Written by Pastor Emmanuel Brown Omojevwe