Some people say, ‘Life is war’
It could as well be the travails
Through thick forest of errors
Degenerated men created our wars
And damned the consequences

The restless child who says
The mother should not sleep
And cries all night for breast milk
The child too will not see sleep
Damn it, you don’t know my pains

For others, life is like a rat race
They steal from public coffers
Stash the loot in foreign banks
Crazy baldheads and fat belly
Damn all forms of corruption

Trapped in a yearning desire
To free men from the sticky web
Which entangles and strangulates
The child from becoming a man
Damn all off-putting oppositions

Of the wars we have fought
And the battles we have won
Who will say they lost nothing
War can not finish the multitude
Except those that are damned

Fear forms of religious extremism
Or militants who carry arms to attack
They terrorize and wreak havoc
And avoid the negotiating tables
What else can I say? Damn them all