Then I tried to talk.

It was a war, between two men who stood the test of time,

Conquered the mighty and took down the stand that withstood the ancient principalities that schooled the land on blood shed, brought up the hands on walls, turned their backs on gods that fed them right back when the stomach conquered wars, head to head with men.

Here is the end.


Man fighting wars.

Man fighting with man,

Side to side walls, things without life.

Does this make any sense? No.

Not to you, to them, or even to us!

Does this scream the brain to be fitted in the right box?


Greed eating up man, then I tried to talk.

Man would never stop fighting for money, leaving his brother to die out.

Swords cutting in, leaving bodies on the block.


I tried not to mock.

I tried to keep my laughter deep down in my bowels till I feared my loins would burst,

My intestines relying on other organs to fight against the anxiety bridging the way for silence like I am cursed.


Instead of a word, I roared.

Creating a thing more than just tone.

It was a mental composition, Verbalizing my thoughts, breaking my letters into syllables and pulling firm my words into phrases.


Then I spoke.

The very set of word I claimed to be the very best of word to birth the peace that would conquer the war.


Standing in front of man, it was me against different faces.


Then I spoke, it was me addressing different cases.


Man's greed, man's dishonesty, man's disloyalty, man's quest for blood, man's foolishness...


Then I paused...


Man wasn't listening...


Hence, I stopped!


Man had never been listening.


THE BREAK DOWN


The first verse was about man at the end of age.

Conquered to many wars and now feeling equal to those who they had felt were Superior.


verse 2


Man fighting wars.

Man fighting with man,


At the end, it became man fighting man


Side to side walls, things without life.


Aligning with lifeless object like wealth fame. So at the end it was man fighting man because of fame, wealth, honour, power.


Wall in the contest is lifeless


Verse 3 talked about greed eating up man.


Verse 4

Then he tried not to mock.

He knew it was foolishness and he wanted to talk.


I tried to keep my laughter deep down in my bowels till I feared my loins would burst,

My intestines relying on other organs to fight against the anxiety bridging the way for silence like I am cursed.


Then he could take it no more and he spill it.


Verse 5


Instead of a word, I roared.

Creating a thing more than just tone.

It was a mental composition, Verbalizing my thoughts, breaking my letters into syllables and pulling firm my words into phrases.


He tried to present his idea in the best of form to man. He made his presentation extraordinary and way above the norms


Verse 6, 7, 8,9


Was his rant about man's disobedience. There he made man see what was really wrong with man. But Man never wanted to hear and see the truth.


Godwin Okhuoya