By Saint Tayo
Coming together in harmony
Is a sharp course of poverty
In the abode of destruction
Through the conglomerate of emancipation
This forced togetherness
Is a brain child of deliberate destructive minds
Knowing that the future is
A trouble of insanity in disguise
How then shall we continue to stay
In a troubled geography of suspicion?
How long will we continue to
Manage the madness of our being?
How long shall we continue to
Lick the fortunes of our dignity?
How long shall we continue to
Kill all in the name of God?
