Peaceful Course Poem by kelvin nwanji

Mother’s children killing mother’s children,
Blood of brothers slain by brothers,
Flows down even beyond home’s borders,
To strangers it cries,
For retribution it cries.
What bond binds us thus?
When poli-trick-stars instigates us against us,
And our children bear arms instead of pens.
They thirst for blood instead of knowledge.
The shields that protected our territories from invaders,
Demarcates us from us; freedom is an illusion.
We were once our brother’s keepers,
For one another, now our hearts feel no affection.
What seed has grown into such animosity?
What doctrine, whose laws?
Life is sweetest when simple,
We can unite in pursuit of a common course,
We are God’s own people
God is Allah, Allah is God,
Divine were his servants being a prophet or son
Isaac or Ishmael,
We are from the loins of a father
Ibrahim or Abraham
See him as daddy rather.