World War Iii Poem by Babatunde Aremu

Our streets are no longer silent
Our lanes are now seriously unsafe
Our earth is embroiled with confusion
Utter darkness covers the world
Yet no care about the fog
We are paying lip service to peace

Man has risen against man
Our innocent lands are painted red
With the blood of the innocents
Cities are terrorized and mangled
Villages are rampaged and scotched
There's no safe haven any more

You may be doubting me
Go to Americas, drug barons, 'car jackers'
And kidnappers are prowling the cities
My African brothers are entwined in wars
My Asian friends ceaselessly are at dagger drawn
Europe is walking into war
There's no love any more

Tell me, is this not world war III?
Must we kill to show our might?
Must peasants blood flow to build nations?
Should civil populace be the sacrificial goats?
Why must innocent sojourners be shot down?
Why do nations talk about peace daily
Yet, they are skilful in trading in ammunition?

I am dazed, I am perturbed
How can we senseless than animals?
We are now providing delicacies for vultures
Human life does not worth a kobo any more
The world is at war, I cannot be deceived
Methink the third world war is here