Standing up was not easy
So he sat down
He was violence personified
But had secret admirers!
The few who identified with him
Were publicly assaulted and thrown in and out of prisons at times.



In their numbers they came
With clubs and eyes closed with masks
They ransacked the villages
As if in search of the Messiah
They sholved Peter aside


The arguments could not hold water
The women could not identify their babies
And the elders had no time for palm wine
But the kids had open fields



Like a surgeon
They dissected the bossom of the universe
In their anger they burnt their own fingers
The children cried
The women ran to hide
But the government kept pointing accusing fingers!


Innocence was varnished
Wisdom was caged and peace found no throne
Consumed with passion
He went to conquer more territories
The war that ensued saw to the destruction of success equity and positive transformations but the eyes of violence was not pacified because he had so many secret admirers!



He had no heart else it could be reached
He had no legs so he ran on the heads of many
In their idle time they invoked him
And in their dreams they admired him
Outwardly they were religious pius and considerate but matters of importance in their bed chambers said no to peace!


Camouflage was their number one ally
Confusion their sister and backwardness their closest neighbour but they were never perturbed because they had formed a club with violence as their symbol
When peace breathed its last
They rejoiced


Behold the voice that came to save has been trampled upon
The legs that came to deliver had been tied down
And the hands that were rendered for help went missing
The women wept and the children looked like slaves
Yet some men were not spared!



In their secret abodes they wished for success
In their dreams they see Jesus Christ approaching but in reality they were suffering
They turned to one another with open arms but no help came
When violence had his fill of prosperity in the negative direction he dismissed the matter as a joke

The truth later came out but violence was nowhere to be found
All those who served him were punished and the minorities rejoiced


In all no one knows what will happen next because peace came back to life with a smile but was very weak
The little men of goodwill who remained in the town fanned the flame of passion and sounded the gong of hope while the women beat the drum of success


Ahead! Ahead!! They shouted until violence could not have a place in their midst

The reign of terror had ended
And the people gathered to dream again
It was not easy but it was better than being idle


In his next life Mr. Violence never came to that location
Woe to those it meets.