What I said is what I meant
So bad was it, the package you sent
I now voice my pain in anger
That you see me not as brother
What does it matter
Your claim “we follow same leader”
Yet you kill your brothers, fathers
Even your sisters and mothers
Innocent souls you kill and torment
Why should they pay the cost?
Remember we’ll face judgment
Before or after we turn dust
For wrongs done without their knowledge
You and your cohorts – ‘Brutality’ your pledge
Why hid behind dark mask?
If truth is what you fight for, I ask
Show us your face,
Let us see the threat we face
Your cause is not of God
Your actions have no link with God
Soon, through your evil heart, Death’s spear thrust
For our protection is God, in Him we trust
[As we now reap the threat
Let us all drink from its juicy sweat.
It shell we’ll bury by the fire
After we must have scrub-cleaned it in ocean water
The Sieves that remained, after which the sun turned it to crust
Will be our only gain as we pack the raised dust
Written by: Ola Writes
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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