When life smiles, smile back
But most times, life never smiles
Then pain becomes a part of it all
But do not let that rule you

Have you seen dying infants
Starving of bread and milk?
But somewhere, somehow
Grains are refined to make fuel
Wit asks, Food or Fuel?

Why are we pained of the past
When we build no future
For a black dying world?
The fear for the deadly unknown
Maybe does not appeal to some

The airs full of blue clouds before
Now dark and grey, loathsome sight
The sweet wind moving all about
Now smell of disgust and smoke
But the factories work away, happily

But when the fishes are meal
They stay on ponds and waters
We feed toxins into these
The feed that feeds our food
All dies, and all dies

If trees do not exist
And then, there is no forest
There would be very little left
For all beautiful hue on Earth
Would evaporate like the mist

Now clutch your blankets tighter
When it is cold and dark
Hold on to dying children
Caught up in strange wars
Pray, even if you believe not
For the pain of all, is the pain of all

But love must spring like a bean
Let’s hold on to that hope
Let it burn in our bossoms
Even when the candle lights go out

For all Children caught up in wars and disasters.

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at

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