I sat in righteous anger
Boiling in rising anger
Not knowing where to hang my anger
For the air is twisted in violence
As my timeline was flooded with blood stains
Running from the cool ocean breeze
To bracket Brass

Young men showing off
Pointless skills still in killing games
Trying to find names to blame to cover up
For false claims

It's not earthquakes and tsunamis
That are taking our lives
Not even the rising sea
But our own people taking our lives
To proof a pointless point to show
Machete and guns in a brother's face

Another future had just ended
Because of a stupid fight
Without going away in their
Sleep at night
They couldn't live to rejoice to another
Glorious day

I weep in unwept tears
Seeking for an end
To this violence turning
Twon to a bracelet Brass of blood field


Written by Sunday Oyinmiebi
Calling to an end for the killings in Brass in Bayelsa State