QUESTION OF WAR by YETUNDE MORENIKEJA

Day 23
#365dayPoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge

"Only war can settle our country's situation"
How will you think this is the best solution?
You who gather to place this thought
Are you ready for the havoc this stranger wrought?

Have you prepared a safe abode
For your beloved daughters and wives
Or will you love to watch their bodies
Rigorously penetrated by strange men,
Till they grow weak and breathe their last??

Have you packed your bags,o men of valour
Are you ready to bear the inhumane starvation
To inhale the repelling stench of rotting bodies
Are your hearts strong enough to witness,
The slaughtering of innocent children??

Can you bear to see your homes deserted
With no one to care for the elders as they perish
Will your heart still beat peacefully,
When you learn that our father's worship places,
Have been blown to smithereens??

Will your dear conscience be quiet
When an unborn child is slaughtered
Right there in his mother's belly
Would you still whistle your favourite tune,
When blood flows in our land instead of rivers??

Are you willing then to sing these songs of war
As you are being deployed alongside many others
To massacre an entire community
To make monsters of immature boys,
And kill until you are eventually killed??

This is not the movies you watch,this is reality!
This is more than soldiers singing camp songs
This is more than the uniformity you admire
This is not about honour or protection
This is death,this is pain,this is war!!

Or have you not heard of the misfortune that befell Benue?
Of how mothers flee this way....and kids the other way
Of how human bodies are being ruthlessly impaled
Have you not seen the heart-wrenching evidence,
That war would only make what is worse worst!

So be careful what you wish for
For it hurts you but it hurts me more
That our country has become a 'shithole'
And our leaders lead as robots without a soul!!

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@Yetunde_Morenikeji

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