Progeny Of Adam -2- Poem by Michael Ejire

We sow discord,
Yet we're thirsty of peace.
We chant war,
Yet our ears call for euphonia.

Racism infests our world;
Tribalism invades like malaria.
Although we have diverse languages,
With love there is no barrier.

We attack the weak,
And leave them with dysthymia.
We hunt strangers like Tiger,
And replace euphoria with dysphoria.

Oh children of Adam!
We are one family,
Do away with xenophobia,
And put on xenophilia like a regalia

Ejire Michael© 2019