Peace exist in pieces,
As love exist in theses,

“Sacred clerics”
Paid in holy nairas,
tithe-ly roped around their hungry lips

“Holy slogans” roars false wars
As rosaries count Litres of blood

Soldiers on grounds
Bullet spent in pounds

Blood streams
As spark of nukes beams

Greed suit our cheeks
As lies tie our lips

Hate laces our shoes
As tribalism shirts our virtue

Money runs in blood
As politico-trustees steal around the clock

The world is sick
Who is to treat?

You or me?

Written by: Usman Abiola

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