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The sky rumbles in vain
And the clouds struggle in pain
To give us just a little rain
When gods wrestle
The land is parched
Crops die, trodden, as men march
And their children starve
When gods wrestle
The affairs of men die
The land breaks
Its inhabitants cry
When gods wrestle
Trying to be proven gods
Striving to remain gods
Hoping to be named gods
Then, their subjects struggle
They thirst and hunger
As the land is plundered
They can live no longer!
Oh when gods wrestle
Lives are lost
Men live in lust
What danger, the cost!
Written by: Owoicho Apochi Nelson
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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