When men turn water to wine
When they recreate this miracle of Jesus
In Plateau State
We feed the day with our tears
When men host a forceful banquet
To deflower the virgin land
With machetes and guns
Just to appease religion and tribe
We bow our heads in pain
And mourn fate like rain
Send help to Plateau
With every might-ful tool
Send help to her
Through the pen, sword and media
The feet of our own
Who welcomed the day
With hope and cheerfulness
Has been clothed with the garment of the soil
Farewell! Morning stars of Africa
Farewell for life is vain
But life will only become more vain
If your date is counted as just fate
(c)EKWUEME KC
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