Roll Of A Dice

At the roll of a dice
My vista is a field of ice
The cold is a potent device
The wind from the East
Slays with its breath like a beast
How you going to keep the peace
When you attack roots of peace
They say life is a gamble
So we decide to amble
But our sins are gnawing on us
While children ask, 'What about us?'
We're drawn, like moth to flame,
To war, to hate and shame
We'd write a book on our life
We'll name it the 'Roll of a Dice.'

Akpan