Tender like new days
As life, find not its own voice
They labour for peace theirs fading into void
And lullaby of salty salines mine from their lacrimal abode
Caressed them into quiet mode
To end their terrible days
And be weaned from immature wars.
Segun Oyeniyi in “THE BARD”, SATURDAY SUN, August 13, 2011. Pg 40.
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