Beat not the drums of hate,
For though it sounds nice the ears,
And the legs dance to it,
You shall trip and fall by its beat.
Beat not the drums of war
For the riddling sounds of bullets
And the deafening noise of bombs
Leave the heart sorrowful,
And the soul, mournful.
The sounds of joy turn to ode;
The music the soul enjoys becomes a dirge,
Play not the melody that invites ghosts
Sing not the song that awakens death
Lest the sun’s light is as darkness
And the eyes see no more blue skies
For lips hummed to the drums of hate
And mouths sung the song of war
Beat not the drums of hate;
Beat not the drums of war…
(c) Chukwudi I.