Wazobia! Sans power in diversity.
Tongue and religion: Bloody frangibility!
Broken skull beshields maggot infested brains.
Pastor and Imam travel in different different trains
To the same destination- heaven or hell.
True worship of one God with an adversary brother locked in the cell
Of our hearts, justified by our minds.
Pure hate for a religion fate didn't put our heads.
He's on the wrong path, I am on the right path' you say.
I am on the right path, he's on the wrong path' he say.
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Soiled
PoetryWe know what our leaders are. The question is do we know ourselves? We lack the courage to stand up to the bad governance so we pour our anguish on fellow citizens who might have been caught in an act you found yourself in just yesterday.
