War and its mongers
Just like we read in history books, resemblance of what we saw in documentaries,
A typical scenarios played out in the dramas, soaps and novels
Of a country so beautiful yet sour
Of a country so Big but shallow
Of a Giant so powerful but lifeless
Of a people so wonderful but worn out
Of a marriage so exquisite but of convenience
Oh! I wish this was done another way round
Our elders seeing this only as a De-javu
The incidents of those years
Years of hardship and hatred
Years of death and dearth
Years of hunger and anger
Years when the sun seems not to rise again
They long to make this warnings heard
But for their worn-out voices
The babies now playing with fire
A fiery hell yet to be unleashed
I hope we come and we calm
The long desires of our hearts
We see the reason for our existence
And not the reason for our demise
We see the light in our common good
And not the thick darkness of our differences
I wish the agitators can take their alligators
The protectors the venom of their pythons
For the sake of the little innocent Ngozi
Whose innocent dream is to grow up with her best friend Fauzat
I hope we can turn the tides
I hope we can call on gods to save us
From this eminent disease beckoning
On our new found virgin bride
Yet to be exploited nor scratched
A deep thought and a reflection will do
A great change in our ways can
Build a new paradise and
Make a difference till eternity
