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War Poetry - Poem (Written by Elijah Abuni Peter)
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WAR POETRY
This blaze of dust,
That bleeds mistrust,
Hazed up memories of bloody lust,
This half men
And unfinished children,
That littered in graves
Of tomorrows greed.
This cushioned respite
Of guns and decay,
The soldiers relay
The fitful dreams.
This silent day,
That’s no more light,
Dead and night
And men undead.
This room that’s lost,
With chagrin of hate
Guns spew the litter
Of muddled bravery.
Who is brave anyway?
Yes it is war.
And so it is when a boy meets a man
And he becomes the reflection of the man
A boy-man looking to the man,
The man himself is coloured within
This debris of hardship has soured his fate
His faith is inspired to colour his hate.
It is not the man, who fights the war,
But the boy-man who caged within
Sees no more world but the world of the man,
Fire and ignorance
Contagious lunacy,
Cantankerous edges kept
To lit the troubled view,
Woe to us all as the guns sleep,
Till boy-man picks it up to life.
This guns that speak heresy
Don’t have thoughts but brute release,
They bicker and jolt within
Servants to the contortions of man’s dream,
The soldiers caught within
Are much the war that they were sent to meet.
The war’s end on bloody heaps,
But these soldiers return in as much wars.
Two lies defeat the light within
The age of innocence long gone between
The rape of the soul is all in
Enslaved, embittered, slave still,
Without the guns
We still know war
The war within
That’s raging our minds
The first war won
Is the one that s deep!!
To mind the mind is to own the mine.
Open your eyes Africa,
The world is as black as your skin,
Your light is not as dim as they deem,
You’re glorious
You’re gracious
You’re the dream
This war poetry that we speak
Is words not spilled from empty tusk.
But words that reign in our most beautiful dreams
This land that flows in constant doubt.
Is land still, that’s ours to own.
The vitriol, the hate,
The cowards of late,
Are forces like man,
To chain our youth,
To freedom,
The knowledge must be won.
The war that’s against us
Is the war of our world.
Are we brave enough to show the world?
That we are no more enslaved.
Listen to the drumming of this beautiful day
The warriors have returned with no blood,
This is our dance,
The dance of the folktales of our youth,
We must use our words
In the dance of our fathers glory,
Let us see it through.
This journey,
This walkabout,
This is the tale of an African boy,
I am him,
This is war and life
This is me.
This is War Poetry.
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