By: Adigun Temitope Idealism Peace, I woke up this morning at peace When who I was yesterday and where I was going began to turn me into pieces Peace! Please, take anything from me, But don't try to take my sunshine Here we are! The rhythms of peace, Has imprisoned the eyes of our land Men has been butchered, scattered under the umbrella and broom of Change We are blind to see peace But been blind does not mean we are deaf to hear the cry of innocent souls Though, they are innumerable, Their sprinkled blood on our streets Smell everyday we pass by Where are thou, O! you peace? Is it in the heart of those who neither know love nor truth, Those who eat the flesh of innocent myopic bodies, And drink their bloods for refreshment? Maybe, in the hut of the Shekaus' in the North, Who makes bombing their communal day-to-day activities Playing to the tune of thousands of death daily Forgetting that these souls are the microcosm of this macrocosm Is it in that so called Hos