Still water
A true element of life
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So transparent, spotless and blameless
Very satisfactory though man sees it as tasteless
So stable, organized in unity dwelling in tranquillity
Tightly bonded together irrespective of its low viscosity
Socially and chemically dependent in harmony
I wish they were static to tell the testimony
All parts tend to rush at the same time being scare of separation
She knows explicitly, her existence cannot be boasted on exile, solitude and isolation
Sounds like a cry of happiness in response to pressure of wind day and night
She wishes we understood the pain behind the smile
SHE HATES SEPARATION
So was her story before the frozen hand of enemy
Such threat and damage leaving them with no energy
Enemy of peace, togetherness and happiness
She splashes, toils and wander on a glass surface of bitterness and barrenness
THE TRAITOR
I can hear the splash
I can see their crash
A cry of her member tearing apart
A strike deep to the heart without alert
A scream of being displaced
Flash back her mind when she was still in place
No unity, no affection, no love anymore
Rolling without stability being scared of next strike and still more
DYNAMIC IN PAIN
tears in the splash
No joy.

This is actually what the country is facing, Nigeria was was a home of peace regardless of culture and religious difference. But insurgence has offered souls free scholarship to the cemetery, rendered the privileged ones homeless. Let reassemble our shattered members and get back to the cup in unity, only God can gets us back to the map, let pray for the country.

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Source: https://Sabibaze.com/esong-onofiok-ballpen-art-3