Not Our War

Bruised and battered hope of home
Blood shed accustomed to a conscience dome
The battle field is your playground
Joy derived from the constant hound
Shells from fired weapons like a bedspread
SOS calls to deliver a mercy kill is your own help
You miss your friends now skulls and bones
Your friendship so bonded alike a clone
Lost in battle amidst the hot air
Plans of old age and rocking chairs
At which then death can only seem fair
But paused in battle amidst the hot air

Peace keeping a slide of personal vendetta
This is not our war
This is not our price to pay
Fighting ourselves under the influence of foreign vendetta
Democracy was never meant for us
Our kings and queens never killed to enlarge their purse
It was a foreign suggestion of offer
Which we initially turned down the offer
Now our lands is politely deflowered 
With weapons that kills our flowers
This is not our war
But the peace in Africa is sour

Our soldiers go to war and cut the ropes
And hear not the bells that wake the day
They fight their brothers and call them rogues
The rebels the foreigners plug and play
Its easy to neglect the drought of our lands
Yet easy to send troupes to bomb our lands
We've been fooled from the days of our ancestors
Segregated with weapons and religion
Fashioned to be preys and them the predator
Blinded by the dos and donts of religion
To loot our resources of which they sought
This war we fight is not our war

We hear the truth through the talking drums
And the melodies tunes of the ranting parrot
Copying the west to our selfish doom
Then get rejected like a leprous harlot  
But this day alkehbulan will rise 
No updates of "just chilling"
Our eyes shall pierce through the darkness
Our ears hear secrets in silent whispers
Gathering pieces of our peaceful rudiments 
Passing our findings in silent arguments
Its time to mend our states
Build an Africa of a healthy state

Repel the foreigners of troublesome echo
Welcoming the investors of our cultural ego
Then in the midst of the aftermath
And the ruins of the healing chaos
The hands that plot will discover
Discover that Africa lives for the future
We possess the strength within our loins
To build a hold within our native province
And perform a seeing miracle
That the blind can perceive a hidden pinnacle
Not of violence but a peaceful walk
And expel the foreigners and their lust for wars

-by The Vyrus Udensi
NOT OUR WAR

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