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To the boys
who for the trauma dished by bullies
sneaked into army barracks
to transfer aggression
on a peaceful nation
and cover their tracks
with sick ‘unification’ lies…
It was really peaceful here before you came.

To the boys
who for the love of khaki
the pride of wielding registered muskets
the secret thirst for dominance
and tribal prejudice…
It was really peaceful here before you came.

To the boys
and their boss boy
who sit on a sore rock
farting into the air
policies that make the devil go pale
and whisper tongue-in-cheek
‘get the drums and drumstick
send pythons to dance in streets
haha… make me merry’…
It was really peaceful here before you came.

We were traders
who sprang out our beds by dawn
who hoped end will meet its means
who cared less about anarchy
who hustle just to please Amarachi
who sneak back into beds by dusk
and pray tomorrow comes with smiles
dripping like torrents from heaven’s lips…

It was really peaceful here before you came.
What have we done wrong?

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