Benue's Blood–Soaked Soil
In Benue's blood-soaked soil, silent screams shatter stillness. Like a festering wound, death's dark shadow looms. We pray for peace's gentle rain to calm the violent storm. Oh, government, wake! God, intervene! End this paradox of life and death's deadly dance
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