Peace way is so Narrow

At the tail end of a lion
Glows the burnished iron
Founded weighing diversities
Our cities are built on adversities

We as rabbits in the hole
That is our habit as a whole
The blazing bombs in full flight
Celebrate our documentary plight

Peaceway is so narrow
For lamps in wheelbarrow
Dread and death on night call
To celebrate graves as mortars fall

Here is another weekend
For a regionalised weak end
Now numerically no soul craves
For a visit to those geometric graves

The bells of hate we ring
Body bagged, in peace we sing
Indeed in the breastplate of terror
Reigns the tyrannical emperor of error
By Adeolu Ikuomola