Motorist Poem by sarahfaith Nwosu

The one I sat with made me lament
the voice of them falling from east and west
the worries of the present time has made the mind and soul a burning bush
as sweet is love for another as honey,
as sad I wished they knew.

Lagos to Jos,
Oyo to Imo,
westren and eastern men kill even the southern and northern
no room for peace off mind in my journey
the visual blossom of natures gift
is soon passed by the speed to return to park
the gracious birds wonder why i can't wave back

Thou death has fall upon some
thou death has left no room for reppentance
death came stealthily when they least expected
boom, boom
blast, blast
innocent lives colide with each other
in the hot coal; iron sharpens flesh
nothing is left of him who is being expected

I beg him on the wheel, be the patient judge
i seek him that looks forward, be the judge of man
never again give an early judgement to a man
that every child should have a mother
that every father give his daughter out in marriage
that i may say..'the peace of the Lord be with you all'.

Lagos to Jos,
Oyo to Immo,
Western and eastern men kill even the southern and northern
no room for peace of mind inmy journey
the visual blossom of nature's gift
is soon passed by the speed to return to park
the gracious birds wonder why i can't wave back,

Thou death has fallen upon some
thou death has left no room for repentance
death came stealthily when they least expected
boom boom, blast blast
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