Father,
The uncle in whose hands you left us
Is cannibalizing us
He has turned us into animals
Led us to a foreign land
For his enemies to slaughter
And while we scream so painfully
You and mother squabble too loudly
To hear us crying
We are the ones that are dying.
Here, lying by this pool of blood
My blood, your blood
Spilled on this foreign land
By this blood I swear;
If you do not seek redress for me
Because uncle is family
By my warm dying blood
I curse you mother
I curse you father
I curse you.
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19th January 2016Death has not won…May the souls of the Fallen Heroes rest in peace
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20th January 2016In the thicket, a soldier cries
In the copse
Lie many corpses
Too many dead soldiers
The enemy killed them like poachers
Like a knight
He came in the dead of the night
Who will come to their rescue
He remembers their last barbecue
The smile of his daughter
Happy family filled the air with laughter
His people he so much misses
The children and the missus
His mind wanders
And he wonders
Who will take care of his family
And give his children a homily
Commander said not yet time to get out
Today he lies in the bush bleeding out
He remembers the day he passed out
His patriotism the enemy’s bullet will not knock out
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20th January 2016In the thicket, a soldier dies
By Emmanuel Taracha
In the copse
Lie many corpses
Too many dead soldiers
The enemy killed them like walkers.
Like a knight
He came in the dead of the night
The lifeless bodies smolder
A bullet is lodged in his shoulder.
He lies in the fescue
Who will come to his rescue?
From this miscue
He remembers the last barbecue.
The smile of his daughter
Happy family filled the air with laughter
His people he so much misses
The children and the missus.
His mind wanders
And he wonders
Who will take care of his family?
And give his children a homily.
Today is his wedding anniversary
But he is held captive by the adversary
Is the war necessary?
He prays the rosary.
In this land far away
If his life be taken away
Will the angels carry him away?
And God wash his sins away
He feels like a sawyer
He whispers a prayer
He is no destroyer
His work pleases his employer.
He has survived many enemy clashes
The National flag comes in flashes
Black, White-edged Red, and Green
Two crossed White spears, behind a Red, White, and Black shield
He needs that shield
But what will the war yield
He knows they will not yield
And flee from the battlefield
He longs for an armory
Full of artillery
To revenge his fallen infantry
With shots so fiery
All this atrocity
Who is in authority?
He fights for the majority
Surrender is no priority
To his head thoughts flood
To the last drop of his blood
He will fight for his country
As his fight will help annihilate the adversary
Commander said not yet time to get out
Today he lies in the bush bleeding out
He remembers the day of the pass out
His patriotism, the enemy bullet will not knock out
He is exhausted
His strength has been tested
He hopes he will be appreciated
And the enemy annihilated
His body slowly gives up
As he tries to look up
Hi eyes feel heavy
The world begins to disappear
Under his closing lids he cant see clear
Suddenly everything looks unfocused
And then its black
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