War in my own eyes with the sharp blades in his hands forced out an un born infant outof his mother's womd.
In that happy night when the moon was smiling from the altmost top, the evil arrow of war pieced the land.
The blood of innocent souls was rolling to my feet .
The heart of men have buried there conscience.
Killing and killing your enemy remains a human like you.
Revenge is a meal best served cold .
You hide your family and cause war. Endangering the life of innocent souls, forgetting that the evil men do follows them. Like an evil legacy to the next generation
You enjoy killing, you enjoy seeing the blood of men flushing to your feet .
You enjoy swimming in the painful tears of innocent people.
How would you feel seeing your own blood being flushed on the ground ?
War come with ocean of tears, it comes with painful goodnight .
It comes with lost and hunger .
Before you uttered a war; have you count the lost? Have you thought of the blood that will be flushed?
Your words are sounding pull down and destroy, pull down and destroy.
Remember it's easy to pull down than to build up.
Before you utter a war ,step out to your cold environment, pick up a stone and put it between your moler ,then garnish it.
If it is sweet and soft then go ahead and declare the war.
But if painful and bitter, think twice.
Apart from fist to fist ,the clash of your flashy wicked sword and flying of your wicked bullet there are many other ways to resolve conflict. There are somethings only mouth can solve.
©️ Chukwunweolu Okoro 2025