War In Her Wedding Gown

War in her wedding gown The bride of the world Waiting for her groom to come Some say its a conjugal bliss While others say a vale of tears From what I captured live from my telly I hold with those who say vale of tears Two- drummers are beating their drums mingles with the sound of a gong War touches her head and her anus She faces the four cardinal points And she dances and turns in an india- style Alas, viewers go the way of all flesh Péople wobbling up and down Because the bride has gone mad She runs here and there As if she've lost her groom She runs to the market Shops and houses fell to swallow human bodies A large passage to infant graves And be one external viewer I snivel for peace Later, the two drummers vanished like a candle flame My people, The fame of war, Is the flood of human blood And still, war is calling for her groom Which are yet to be found To tell the drummers the need for harmony But now, the drummers are gone And the innocent viewers die like flies Until the day the drummers are in harmony Thereafter, her groom will come to the scene to appease her Adesitimi Taiwo