Ceasefire

Before me lies a gory sight
Slain bodies littered without hope
The slayers' hands sweep with might
With a furbished sword that never says "nope"

With hopes and expectations unfulfilled
Struggling lions are now trapped
And by a lone gash of your blade
Their roars are heard no more

Return the sword to its scabbard
Oh angels of death
The ruin, the ruin, we plead
Is more. . . more than we can bear!

Lawrence Okorafor

The Battle

Clashing swords
And railing words
Booming cannons
Shattering battalions
Recoiling guns
The scene all burns
In fierce rattle
The noise of battle

Losing or wining
Never fretting
Thousands do fall
Yet will I not stall
Quick to the order
No rest for yet another
For Armchair Generals
Never win tough battles

Lawrence Okorafor

I Think

Sometimes I think: what makes life be
What moves the waves in the deep blue sea
What makes me sleep and wake at morn?
I think and swear, that 'tis no fun

Sometimes I think: why wake all night
Why classes and schools and cities so tight
Why make life 'bit easier, yet more complex so
Whilst elsewhere peace reigns in soft simple souls

Of stories of atoms and molecules I flout
The truth of science, my mind doth doubt
The speed of light, the weight of atoms
The size of the nucleus and such endless fathoms

Prove to the blind, the sky is blue
Prove to the deaf, that music is true
Prove to my mind facts beyond all doubt
And jargons of science no longer I'd flout

I stand to think still, what makes man leave
The beauties of nature and praise of the Being
To pry into secrets of things that can't heave
His sorrows, his pains and quest for peace


Lawrence Okorafor