The war monger, by Ibrahim Chiroma (Ba'aba) War is business Your life is just a buzz Your soul, a weight of gold You are money in death. You are meaningless in life You are just like the fly you swat. The Mosquito you kill. The ants you trample. To war mongers, you are just that. You are nothing, a liability, an animal To kill at convenience. To dispose at will. The new Pagans worship lucre Gold, Timber and Cobalt. Diamonds, Uranium, black, Gold and sand. The very soil under your feet Materials buried in your soil Mingled with ashes of your ancestors. You are a nuisance and a cog. In...