How can the eyes that mean no harm
be shading tears and suffer some pain?
When can the cries of all inmates
be worth the freedom they so deserve?
How can the blind know the speed
of a moving spear if he's not told?
How can the fear of a broken heart be free
from the torments and the sharkles of hate?
How can the child that lost love so mild
be so cared by guilt over night?
And, how can the life tha tender leaves
spills blood of innocent lifes?
Live like a saint without a cent
dont keep a pet without a feed
Copyright ©2008 Garba Inuwa
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