POEM FROM A FUNAABITE: PEACE

                    PEACE

In plight of the game;
for nothing but its shame, we strive;
to heist, from our treasure, fame by
so our tribes could survive.

We name a theme for 'peace';
The vile things bring pain,
With heart of strive; they hiss
for the game brings no gain.

Vices of villainy device crises,
Conglomerates of hates pose for peace-prizes,
'Con-granules' of love sacrifice for PEACE.
                        - Jonathan Otubu (Jonathan is President,
Students Chemical Society of Nigeria, FUNAAB)