Strings of Broken Lyres

Let’s plant a forest of words

Let books take the place of trees

Let’s stage worldwide antiwar

Let justice flow like freebies

Let’s march on the walls of hate

Let’s help refugees feel safe

Let’s pull the plug and wipe this world

Let babies take the helm of control

Let armoured tanks process lemonade

Let guns be used for hanging raincoats

Let’s pound the bombs till dust be made

Let slugs be beads of anecdote

Let’s erase borderlines with peace

Let war air crafts deliver mail

Let Jews and Arabs exchange gifts and kiss

Let the train of desolation derail

Let warring parties say, ‘I was wrong’

Let nuclear reactors print Christmas songs.

Akpan