The soil smeared in
red,
Morbid moppets dangled
on blistered back,
Fortitude emerged a
lack;
Poor mortals fled for
shelter, heels touching the head
And none could tell
what went wrong.
…And there was a war;
A time to harvest the
dead.
Fear trampled on
frosted carcasses
Trailing feeble
hearts for slaughter;
The clouds were as
crimson,
Free will trussed in
prison;
Oppression the hunter
And startled
consciences as prey
Knew no escape but
dismay.
None could tell what went
wrong;
Bemused vermin
grappled for lair,
Thoughts were in
chains,
Souls were in pains;
Silence could tell of
sorrow
From stubborn spittle
the mouth did swallow.
There was a war,
Such reminiscence is
sadly sore;
No sufferer without a
scar;
No sunshine, no rain,
Only war that brought
no gain.
Glumness as rabid
throng
Cowed the ripened and
orphaned young
But when it shall be
over,
Poverty of mind no
longer shall hover
In a land where the
sky has held no rainbow.
Who knows? Peace may
conjugate with the morrow
And forever shall we
know less of sorrow.
There is a war; there
was a war,
And such reminiscence
is sadly sore…
May the future find
us as steel in the lambency of love.
=== Written by Jacobs
Adewale ===
Poem Entry for ' ERIATA ORIBHABOR POETRY PRIZE 2015'
Poem Entry for ' ERIATA ORIBHABOR POETRY PRIZE 2015'
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