When love dies, hatred resurrects Love is said to be blind Fueled by gossips and misunderstanding Mismanaged by lovers in Maturity Collapsed the once growing
Tomorrow died yesterday in our arms; and here we slothfully sit today reciting requiems, humming hymns and playing melancholic psalms Tomorrow died yesterday Of famine,
Great confusion hovering on the neck Of greatest black nation like a necklace Attracting suitors for the arranged marriage of an old bride. Uncontrollable panic
I see the shocks of man-made thunders Fires from handmade lightning Wreaking havoc on cities, homes, heads… Torn! Children away from playmates, Fathers, homes, hopes,
One week one new trouble, one month the trouble trebles The foundation of this nation is rattling a boiling consolidation Of conflagrable totally in agreeable