Where Is The Love? Poem by Barning Ebenezer

Pain, sing my heart in sorrow.
Vain things our hearts now follow.
We sing a song like we're so free.
We think like the palm tree.
Portray we ourselves like a saints, so sacred.
Our hearts full of bitterness and hatred.
On our faces,
unity -the photo.
In most cases,
we hide this motto;
Let's go solo?
What interest we have in geography.
Students of geometry.
We've drawn the lines of symmetry
Where is the peace and unity?
How misfit we find to share.
Our own streets we linger with grave scare
O, where is the love?
Which comes from above
Which brings peace like a dove.