ANTONIA HATES WAR! WAR I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOU!

WAR! O WAR!!

……..Mot’olani Antonia Fagunwa

                            BLACK -PEN

With the breeze of the evening rain we sat

Talking, playing and laughing—all on hat

Until they came under  your instruction

I heard the air whistling our destruction

To your men with the green uniform

A strong barrier we could not form

Kids cried out blood and ran to the dell

You made many found shelter in the well

I wished you came democratically

For my black ink wailed apoplectically

The soil mourned in my left hand

For souls to be buried in our hand

The moon felt my pain and turned black

Voices drummed as we hummed our lack

We asked: how long, in our land, will you last?

War! When will you be a thing of the past?