The country is plagued to a world
of theft; with their bangs and steel, they
steal people's land and precious lives.
we Will to leave something behind
and anticipate death, yet th' Will
shouldn't be of brave cowardice
cos' what we left will follow us
like the soil that covers our secret —
our grinning skulls. life is a reward
and a punishment: because we
won't forget their deaths if we live.
but God is a butterfly, cos
we can hurt it by stressing ourselves
yet, it won't be hurt — not a scratch.
life is war. the people — poison.
"words from the innocent mind"
Akinwale Peace Akindayo