Love lived in Biafra
Till that solider fired the first shot
Even in Afara
No one could take a shot

Love lived in North
Till someone who has no nut
Siting and hiding in a hut
Started to bomb the north

Love lived Libya
Till they felt Gaddafi doesn’t live here
Shouting and shooting here
Bombing and killing there

Love lived in us
Till we started living like cat and mouse
Playing each other like a computer mouse
Now, we can’t live in the same house