Little by little it all begun;
The bad side of the sun,
Cross over the isles of our land.
With fear and purity we stand,
In the shadow of beauty, benith all evilness lies our path.
The thirsty throat of our mourning mouth,
Tasted from the bitterness of every morning leaves,
The roars of little lion has broken the crown of our head,
Citizens who ran out of their inhabited homes were turned into ashes,
Hot tears of our eyes is helpless,
But it strenghtened us to clear our rashes.
Cameral of the lord rolling in action,
Watching the steps of our fighting soldiers.
I was sitting on a stone closed to a corner,
To watch in His view,
And to deliver the few.
I’m a witness of war, yet, i’m not a warrior.
Olagunju Josh Olayemi
©2018
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