I woke up this morning at peace, when who I was yesterday and where I was going began to turn me into pieces
Peace! Please, take anything from me, But don't try to take my sunshine
Here we are!
The rhythms of peace, have imprisoned the eyes of our land
Men have been butchered, scattered under the umbrella and broom of change
We are blind to see peace
But being blind does not mean we are deaf to hearing the cry of innocent souls
Though they are innumerable, their sprinkled blood on our streets, we smell everyday we pass by
Where are thou, O! you peace?
Is it in the heart of those who neither know love nor truth, those who eat the flesh of innocent myopic bodies and drink their bloods for refreshment?
Maybe, in the hut of the Shekaus' in the North, who makes bombing their communal day-to-day activities, playing to the tune of thousands of deaths daily, forgetting that these souls are the microcosm of this macrocosm
Is it in that so called Hos(Us)- Pi(Pit)- Tal? Where sickness becomes their watchword?
Is it in the mind of the pen of those writers who lay words on paper to cause confusion in the society?
Is it in the orphans, who live without dreaming of having fans? But they have great facts
Because of power, foolish men make statements
Our hope is in full time with harassment, some discriminated against while others are terminated
Let us all stand and advocate for peace, in a moment of silence, to those innocent souls who are resting in pieces
Living in peace is not an option, let our uniqueness stand us out among others' actions
All we want is peace, not violence
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