The Warring Of Ours And Theirs Poem by OMOYAJOWO OLAOLUWA

The only constant thing change: they say
war is also constant: don't you war
For war is a change. eminent
I keep on warring day and night
Warring against evil; warring against soul stealers

For our government war against assylum dwellers
Men that kill men without passion: happy within
Wickedness against flesh and blood
Blood like an ever flow fountain
Descends to the lower path of the earth
Troublers are never troubled

But an eye watches the miss happenings among men
For war is inside and outside
For we cloth with weapons; well packed and package
Am an army; for I fight many unseen
Yet heroes of faiths make a clarion call
Watch they say, stand firm

Saxophonist, pianists await the jubilation
The jubilant of a conqueror
For the deeds in the deep shall be revealed
See me and war, a we not same
To live is war, to war is war
To be save from dead is war

A war to war, not as those that destroy others
It is our blood for the coming generation
For we are the general
For in our bosom, things fall not apart
For the centre can be held
Where we sing and joy till the end.