THE POISON
How Did We Get Here? By Chidimma Placid Nwaka
It was once a world of peace
The people enjoyed the calm ambience,
Trusted themselves, fought nobly,
And made peace in ways many cannot explain.
But how did we get here?
How did we come to hatred between brothers,
No longer eating from the same plate?
Like black poison, it has spread like wildfire,
Burning the love that once existed.
The business that was swift and easy
Has become rough and difficult.
Tribalism has become a threat, killing our lives,
Destroying our heritage, infecting the hearts of our children.
Slowly, history is fading
Tribalism is devouring our real heritage.
Politics has infected religion,
And each side believes it is the best.
Massacres of people,
Letting them bathe in their blood,
Dig their graves and fall in them.
The eyes of the leaders are blurred by selfishness and greed.
The dawn is far from us;
The tunnel grows darker as time flies.

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