A Cry For Peace, Accross Nigerian Rivers Poem by Darlington Chukwunyere

When I reminisce the past
I feel I can make the future come fast
That I may tackle the task
Which is so wide and vast
But alas, it is but a mask
That I see in the short track
Which hides the reality that life is a tip-tap.

from one unto another
There came trials and temptation
Pushing and pulling against Nigeria my nation
Giving rise to brothers killing brothers
With distinct measures blood flowed
And in great numbering, heads rolled.

But why the strive I ask?
After having gone through all the thorns in the past,
I think it should have been a school class,
To you my people who are no grass,
But humans whose souls shall be judged at last.

Oh, please lay down your guns
For these days battles are worn with puns
Does killing your brother make you better?
Oh, you mustn't kill him to become greater

A cry for ease and a cry for peace, across rivers and foreign seas,
A unity of tribes and tongues devoid of Fleece, is all I plea.