Witness
But one day I will, a witness
Muslims and Christians,
even, the traditionalists
When tears will grace this face
Within which my joy will cry
In it my pains of insecurity
The anguish in misinterpretations
The one of which siblings and kids
friends and families in lost
But my tears will wash away
The sorrows of the past
When Muslims, and Christians
even, the traditionalists
Will kiss and exchange breads
In it my tears will grace this face
Within which my joy will cry
That pains and insecurity has gone
When Arabs will sought the Jews
And Ibos will hold Fulanis in kiss
That day, I will, a witness
{Culled from Colours In My Rhythms by Abimbola Davis}
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