My heart is heavy
With those who are weary
Whose pain linger
From the slaughter
Of their young ones…

My heart is heavy,
That the Land of Peace
Has long forgotten
What peace felt like
What unity looked like…

My heart is heavy,
That wicked
And bloodlust souls
Mock and scorn
Those who mourn…

My heart is heavy
That the land of my birth,
Cries out daily,
Groans in pain
And writhes in anguish…

(c) Chukwudi I.