Where is the voice that dares to say
That war is devised in a cruel play?
Hardened hearts that reply with guns
Sacrificing lives of our daughters and sons.
It takes more than pens and pleas
Corrupted souls like a foul disease
Need to stop and set people free
With a change of heart thar people see.
So, it takes the hand that once threw stones
To build again from dust and bones
And create a world where peace is bare
Where hope is reborn and fills the air.
MARYANN BOSAH 