Babalola Augustine Adeola
The Unending War - Poem by Babalola Augustine Adeola
Even before the world known wars,
men have alway been at war.
Every man lived and dwell in war.
War is part of our lives.
The war that divorce us.
Not minding our ideology and definition.
Into two world powers.
With great followers
not mind our levels of training and discipline.
Strenght and weakness,
poverty and wealth.
The line so thin we find ourselves crossing over every now and then.
With our interest deciding...
As I am part of this war,
so you are
The war of good and evil.
Where evil rides good.
May be, this war wil end,
when i take my last and for you too.
And history wil keep us alive.
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