When a gun shouts
It sounds like a whip on crack
So why are you laying that wound
On your brother,
You have none other than
The last one you just buried
Those graves are not for the brave
Your brother’s life is all you have,
Soldier soldier don’t shoot
Fingerfood for thought is trigger for the unhappy
A life in exchange for a shot
And you call that a fair deal?
But they say, look here
We don’t like all these heavy words.
Give us laughter, give us comfort, give us food
Give us pride, give us a shining ring
Or, if you can, give us hope.
Someone has to get up
Someone has to get up first.
– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.