Brothers In Arms, Earned With Hate And Blood Poem by Anthony Onoja

Brothers In Arms, Earned With Hate And Blood



We used to live among all the tribes,
We honor all the codes of life
We even hunted together as a team of pack

Until they arrive from a distant land
Somewhere beyond the coastal shores and desert oasis
they came with a written Talmud and slates
They told us our gods are no gods
our faiths are no faith
We bow to them and threw away our stones with six toes

Look now, and see if you can find peace or love
Today we sit tattered and divided along this course
We now take glory in slaughtering our fellow tribesmen
We lost the long bond of brotherhood

They that show us the way now live on mountains
while we hide in caves
Who has bewitched us oh my beloved countrymen?
Why run with a garment full of hate and blood

Surely there is a good land
A place where all men are loved
A true land we can atlas! call our home

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