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HOME OF PEACE AND TOURISM

I REMEMBER GROWING UP ON THE PEACEFUL PLATEAU
I REMEMBER WHEN BOTH RELIGION FORGOT ABOUT THEIR DIFFERENCES AND FOUGHT ONE ENEMY(POVERTY)
I REMEMBER THE FORMER PLATEAU 

TODAY ALL I HEAR IS SIRENS 
NEWS OF DEATHS
WEEPING
TEARS
I OPEN MY PHONE AND ALL I SEE IS PICTURES AND VIDEOS OF OUR MOTHERS,FATHERS AND CHILDREN'S CORPS 
MOTHERS SENT THEIR CHILDREN TO SCHOOL TO STUDY AND MAKE THEM PROUD
THEY ARE BROUGHT BACK HOME IN AMBULANCE DEAD.
CHILDREN WITH DREAMS,AMBITION, VISION AND FUTURE GOALS ARE BEING SLAYED EVERYDAY ON THE PLATEAU.
I ASK
WHAT IS OUR CRIME 
SOME STEPPED OUT TO FETCH THEIR DAILY BREAD 
SOME WENT OUT TO WORSHIP THEIR MAKER
OTHERS WHERE INSIDE THEIR HOMES, WHERE THEY THOUGHT THEY WERE SAFE
YET THEY WHERE KILLED
IN THEIR HOMES
BURNT LIKE DRIED GRASS
FORCED TO RETURN TO THEIR MAKER
I ASK AGAIN
WHAT IS OUR CRIME 
A WAR OF RELIGION
WE DON'T PRAY FOR JUST PEACE ANYMORE
WE PLEAD FOR VENGEANCE
VENGEANCE FROM OUR MAKER
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
INFANTS CRY
MOTHERS CRY
YOUTHS CRY
WE WANT VENGEANCE
RAIN YOUR VENGEANCE ON THESE MURDERERS 
WE ARE TIRED OF BEING LOCKED INSIDE OUR HOUSES UNDER THE PROTECTION OF OUR WALLS
HOPING WE DON'T WAKE UP THE THE GREAT BEYOND
WE ARE TIRED OF HEARING THE VOICE OF THOSE WE VOTED INTO POWER
FORCING US TO STAY INDOORS
WE GET KILLED WHEN WE STAY INDOORS
WE GET KILLED WHEN WE STEP OUT
WE CRY FOR VENGEANCE.


         ...ROSE UCHANMA AKINTOLA...