I am a war child
Whose mother
Got pregnant
When the raging
War was on.
How my mother
Didn't carry the Biafra
War bullets
Beside me during pregnancy
Is yet an unlimited mystery
Which only
God the father can tell.
Those that heard it
Those that read it in books
Those that were told
Of the war stories
As tales by moonlight
Those whose bodies
Were casualties of
That Nigerian-Biafra war saga

Says never again
Must we allow
Our children's children
To see things
Differently at gun-point.

Say never again
Must we allow
Our Religio-Etnicity
To make us see things
Differently at gun-points.

Say never again
Must we allow
Big nations of the world
To make us see ourselves
Differently at gun-points.

Let us all come together
And drown this monster
We call war
Till tides commeth
When the war industries
Will our Hallelujah chorus
Tear to their foundations
But just before I go
Kindly join the poet's chorus
To say
   No more wars on planet earth.

I like reading poem like this that encourages peace and moving forward of the society. This poem reminded me an article Cokoye writer just posted called How Can One Nigeria Survive?
I want to point out as we use our creative skill to preach peace is also important to show it in whatever we do in our daily basis.