This was written months ago...but after watching BBC's documentary on the bandits warlords of zamfara...I had to.

Maybe when I write, I'm inspired...maybe cos I see my words string beautiful occurrences in the present that was not there in the past when my pen kissed the paper.....

When war comes for you,

You shall hear no party's chant

When war forces you to yield,
No facts or knowledge shall exonerate your seed

When war creeps upon us from the North,
No oil field nor web3 shall shield you down South

When war wreaks havoc on this land
The same land you call home
You can bet there’ll be no snakes in the sand
All will be unveiled like a live show

When war brings to life all it finds as haram
The words of your mouth will freeze sons of Adam

When war sets and the west begins to shiver,
The shaking man will not be left to deliver

When War Comes...