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RETURN TO US PEACE

RETURN OF PEACE.

Lost in thought, we dream of change
On wall hangers shattered by societal amputations
Of hope slaughtered with knives of wars
And rupture as frustration litters broken jaws
On the salient street overpowered by gunshots.

Return to us peace, that we might rest in peace.

We shall fill the cover scars of heaven
With shouts of pains and anguish
Not to soothe our teary eyeball
But to help foster our newly mended hearts-
Spare parts of shambled tomorrow at the feet of yesterday.

Return to us peace, that we might rest in peace.

Mother knows the better taste of war
And the colors of her dubious chamelon
For she woke up with bangs, and lay her eye
At the voice of silence after victorious killings of men
Only to have her bowel dried with fire.

Return to us peace, that we might rest in peace.

Some day as we keep our feeble faith standing
On its broken leg hit by broken trust,
We would lay our heads in between death
And seek solace from fate by faith
That tomorrow is only a step away from now.

Return to us peace, that we might rest in peace.

©Enitan

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WORLD POETRY DAY

I. WE WILL WAIT

We will wait
With our flagged banners
Of peace in rusty caskets
And pray for endless wars
That it might cease.

We will wait
And keep our pens standing
As we chorus into thin ears
Rhymes in fossilisied broken voices.

We will wait
As one together to spill on
Words of hope for the hopeless
And give homes to the homeless in our hearts.

II. BRING THEM DOWN.

We share in your woeful pains
In crippled lines of broken heart
As your blinded visions crumbled
To the face of maimed future
Bruttered and battered with changes.

Bring them down.

Today,
We strike each vocano chords of anguish
And play beats of gunshots
With meals to hang our fast to the past
On fleshs of zealous sold youths
Alongside drolling drinks of their sour bloods.

Bring them down.

Clamours of peace,
Shatters of wars,
Bangs of gunshots,
Oceans of bloodsheds,
Roasted burnt skins.

Bring them down.

#WorldPoetryDay.

©Enitan