(An ode to Nigeria, Burundi, Kenya, Iraq Palestine and Israel)
For one who could have been my brother,
Why is your hand on my neck?
When it was supposed to be holding mine?
For one who could have been my brother,
Why this hate?
When it was supposed to be love?
For one who could have been my brother,
Why are these bullets piercing my flesh?
Instead of them scaring our enemies?
For one who could have been my brother,
Why am I running away from you?
Instead of staying close?
For one who could have been my brother,
Why making this land a slaughtering house?
Instead of it being a home?
Brethren, why being an enemy?
The one who was supposed to protect me
The one, who could have been my brother?
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