These Dirty Pages Of War Poem by MAGNUS KING

These dirty pages of war
Compels our pace
In the midst of grace
From above; so shallow
It's tick tick scenes
And so long__
So long beneath our fathers refuge camp


And this god of hunger
Curses our years
Blinding our eyes with crimson tears
Without desire we bear a cross
Suffer a loss
And lay in sack-clothing
For supplication; for peace
In this millennium
And that this dirty war may die

(God save the Niger Area)