Peace Fighter Poem by ojok phillips awany

I lay with my arms across my chest
Eyes widely open
And tongue between my teeth
Amidst the horrid I posed a jovial smile
Stood and supported the game
And at the end we won together
We enjoyed the shaded bloods
of my fellow blacks
But now am alone
With horrific wonder between peace and war
No more up-pity, audacity to peace-
I realise the game is not yet over
And one question still reigns
What is peace?


Imbecile war pundit,
I nick-named myself
Well knowing that fortune favours the brave
But peace is for all!


Oh! my nation
I confess to you my deeds
which has bedridden me-
No therapy can let me up
But peace!
And again the war is on
With me in the frontline
so I burst with glittering eyes
Reconciliation is my weapon
And the game ends a good game.