The Price of Peace

The drums of war have faded now,

But echoes linger, haunting still.

The scars run deep, the wounds remind,

Of battles fought on heart and hill.

Oh, Nigeria, land of the brave,

The price of peace is what we gave.

Through tears and trials, we found our way,

To build a brighter, better day.

The farmer tills the fractured soil,

Where once the. . .