Men of war,
Enemies to love and peace
Lovers to angels of death.
Turning our green fields to seas of blood
Leaving no safe sanctuary.
We are widows and widowers;
We are orphans and sojourners.
What have you done?
Snatching suckling babies
From suckling mothers;
Turning their milk dry.
Men of war,
Can you make a single hair grey or black?
Can you make a single soul?
Robbing us from what enriches you not;
Bringing emptiness into our lives.
Men of war,
Can't you see?
Blind in action
Deaf to the thunderous sounds of
Sophisticated killing machines;
Dumb to the last command
Kill! Kill! Kill!
What else WAR LORDS?
Zubaida Ahmed, a poet in Sierra Leone
Enemies to love and peace
Lovers to angels of death.
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Leaving no safe sanctuary.
We are widows and widowers;
We are orphans and sojourners.
What have you done?
Snatching suckling babies
From suckling mothers;
Turning their milk dry.
Men of war,
Can you make a single hair grey or black?
Can you make a single soul?
Robbing us from what enriches you not;
Bringing emptiness into our lives.
Men of war,
Can't you see?
Blind in action
Deaf to the thunderous sounds of
Sophisticated killing machines;
Dumb to the last command
Kill! Kill! Kill!
What else WAR LORDS?
Zubaida Ahmed, a poet in Sierra Leone