Nnayi, calm down!

It is your tongue that talks about change
And still your ears won’t listen
Of what use is a mirror to a blind
If he can only see that he cannot see
When you put fire on a coal
It shares the glow with its friends
Can we not see
how butterflies color our day?
Do we know only to trample on ants?
In their weakness, they build together
And we burn each other
When we come together,
It is interest, greed, dogma
All begging for our blood
And we are ever willing to shed.

Victor Oyedele