Wear Upon Your Soul Poem by Ifeoluwa Philips

Why should we war
When our home is of a broken wall?
The battle broke and never build
At the center of the left home hides its build
Rain of blood on the floor
Who shall tell it to stop
Fire of cold war a flood on the floor
Hey, array it to stop!
If our broken ribs left on the sand
And our own very tears like clumsy sound
Where shall they set up sun
If all the lad can't be the aged son
War is sweet
Only for the swift
Though, battle is not for the swift
How then shall we say it is sweet
Black day awaits a light ray
Blood here and there blinds the day
We walk our boot of war
To the nearest place of no return
The shield is a broken wall
And we are meant to walk a miles of no return
Why war?
Why not build our broken wall
Fix the narrow sore of peace
Why should we make gathered to piece
A long trap been set
To wait the death fertile land set
Beep of strength and of power
Rather than a beautiful flower
Stop your walk of war
Ceased your walking boot of war
Wear on your soul
That peaceful sole
Let make this peace a flag
And our hurt blood glad
The war is meant for the blind
Cos no one knows how it ends.