We mustn’t draw our swords. Mighty Pen, Almighty Sword.

In light of what happened to Dr. Ulimboka.  Reflecting about Peace. We mustn’t draw our swords.

Mighty Pen, Almighty Sword.

These are trying times…
What will happen to our country?
Seems like everyone is angry,
But I’m afraid if I spit hate-venom,
I won’t be helping the situation.
After fifty years of independence,
Do we need Gandhi’s disobedience?
Do we need to die for our freedom? Again.

They took a free man,
Pulled his nails out, teeth out,
Gagged his mouth to silence his cry-out
Drew a screw driver into his lungs
So he won’t speak out.

Peace, what happened to our beautiful peace?
So I hold back my fist,
Clench my fingers; hold on tight to my BIC.
Yes, this mighty pen,
But they slashed him, mashed him, cut him.
Their power takes souls;

Where can I find the words
… to fight against their swords?

So I call on Jesus, Mohamed, something religious.
We need to remind ourselves, that what we have is precious,
That we need to be cautious.
For if we too draw our swords,
There will be no salvation,
And everything we fight for
will be in vain.
For we’ll lose our sons,
lose our nation,
They’ll take everything from us
As we embrace their guns,
And take a blood-bath.

So I hold on to my pen
And write to fight their almighty sword,
I turn my anger into hell,
I hope they burn with these words.
And peace, I pray it never goes,
For there’s never freedom in a war zone.

Yours Truly,
NeyK.