By Jimoh Sulyman
Let make visit to the city of Irony
Crying is the rhythm of the Symphony
Where peace dwell at the Warfront
But consuming chaos at the monastery
Mercy abode at the blade of a sword
And Slaughtering at the sanctuaries
Men of peace are adorned in armour
Our vile men have the stole around them
The soldiers are preaching for Peace
Clergymen are beating the drum of War
Only the dead can boast of immortality
The living are at the graves of Mistakes
