A tear for terror
Reminiscing on the Paris attacks, and all acts of terror over the world especially Nigeria my country moved me to write this...old though!!!
Pow the sound of gunshots
Bomb goes off and another life is lost
Beautiful eyes forever to be shut
All for a man's greed, doesn't matter the cost
No love for other people
Throats slit damn this is evil
Yet They call it religion
But shouldn't it be our decision
Houses and properties ransacked
Hunger killing the baby on the mum's back
good health and life, ever in lack
With fear thriving and hope lost in the dark.
Peace to my father land
Tired of these killings and the red blooded sand
The earth weeps daily at the handwork of man's hand
This peace seems superficial a grail that can not be found
Terror in our territory
silent noise now audible in the cry of captivity
Planes shot down never before seen in history
Blackened hearts oh God save man from this depravity
Paris my beautiful Paris
You were a dream home for Mon cheri
A nest to nurture the love cord
But will love stand at the face of hate sword
your walls shake with 150 Bodies
Extremists killing like it's their hobby
Bataclan littered with French blood
It's time we fought back or turn our face to God.
By OJU OMAMOGHO
Pow the sound of gunshots
Bomb goes off and another life is lost
Beautiful eyes forever to be shut
All for a man's greed, doesn't matter the cost
No love for other people
Throats slit damn this is evil
Yet They call it religion
But shouldn't it be our decision
Houses and properties ransacked
Hunger killing the baby on the mum's back
good health and life, ever in lack
With fear thriving and hope lost in the dark.
Peace to my father land
Tired of these killings and the red blooded sand
The earth weeps daily at the handwork of man's hand
This peace seems superficial a grail that can not be found
Terror in our territory
silent noise now audible in the cry of captivity
Planes shot down never before seen in history
Blackened hearts oh God save man from this depravity
Paris my beautiful Paris
You were a dream home for Mon cheri
A nest to nurture the love cord
But will love stand at the face of hate sword
your walls shake with 150 Bodies
Extremists killing like it's their hobby
Bataclan littered with French blood
It's time we fought back or turn our face to God.
By OJU OMAMOGHO
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