To My Dead Soldier Brother
- August 27, 2016
I just decide to write this today.... At a friend's mom golden jubilee....
It was a raining day in the giant trees and the swords are still clashing.
The sky above the world is rending with lightening and thunder
And our world is bleeding with the blood our our fallen brothers.
60 days have slithered sluggishly through my aging brow
Yet, our guns have known no solitude.
60 nights of darkness could not queit the watching eyes of brave men
We battled the beasts in men and confront the rage of kings
we all may not return to the warmth of love and pleasures of rest
But when my soldier brother fell at dawn by a million bullets
I stood drenched in deep terror of silence over his body
Beholding the hands that once move mountains
The legs that climbed the height of valour
The man whose deeds will re-echo through all eternity
Killed but not silent by the dark messager
The sky cries, the earth quakes, hell trembles and heaven quivers
Brother, there are no foes on the other side
So wait for us in the thicket
Soon we shall exploit the world yonder together.....
© Olatuja Oloyede
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