END THE WAR
Armed to the teeth with weapons of war
Brandished with feverish confidence
To the consternation of the victim
Who begs for dear life n confusion and agony
What crime is there in being a youth?
Or what offencein being young?
Ohwhat evil in neatness
Yet we have become the targets.
The very people promised protection
Must now of a necessity be made to swim
In fears and ride and writhe in pains
The strangulating helplessness
Of a victim without hope of redress
Imploring eyeballs jumping out of sockets,
Intoxicating the oppressor
At last, cries, the march
The boldness fired up by fear and agony and hopelessness
Lifts the defeated to his feet
And it reverberates with cries not of help
But of freedom,
Of exasperation from brute
Echoing...stop the brute or end my life.
Chichebem Charles Iroegbu
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