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| We're At War by JigsawKillah(op): 12:28pm On Dec 08, 2025 |
We're at war The Fülanis are on the hunt Slithering, baring their fangs at Peace Poisonous spits, coiled above us as we sleep They seek to take or plunder In haste to put one under Ingrates to whom we extended hands Which they severed to clutch our lands Our children die from their soulless tools Aged men drowning in crimson pools Able bodied men slaughtered for fun Our women sodomized by their guns They are rabid pests on our farms Pesticides are allowed — the government twists our arms Our cries, the media plays as a ploy to score You must concede, or leave the field, we are at war We're at war with our eyes closed Chasing booze and nudes while the enemy approach Ours land is one but countless worlds Unity works, but selfishness is cheaper to afford We're at war, and our leaders are slaves Show up for appearances and retreat to their cage What clowns stand by as their people die All so he could eat a piece of his own pie We're at war, yet partying in a siege, oh, fools They hide in our bushes, rodents armed with tools You see on TV and say, my God, no one survives this If our enemies blow that whistle, only a handful will survive it We are at war, they're in all arms of government Signing laws that bulges their pockets They are in the army, first hand access to our armoury Rewriting our laws so they can willfully harm me We're at war, between light and darkness We seek conscience against people heartless Towing a straight line against those who meander We have become nails, why they are the hammer We are at war, off our soil sprouts the crude Our kids and their cows struggle for our schools The proceeds of our lands fund their Hajji But my brother has to starve to feed his family We are at war, one country, two classes The Fülanis and the masses I raise my head and see my people yoked Rather than cows, it's us who are smoked We're at war. This is a call to my brothers Why must we wait to exist no longer? When do we say enough is enough? When do we wake up, and give ears to the cries of our blood? © Jigs Lionheart |