Untimely, came your abyss,
‘Coz blast of bloodlust foe,
Stealeth your youthful lush,
Dreams scattered in flush
Lips still, never to again kiss,
Nor to hum a psalm,
To the ashes and dust you vanish
‘t’s for flag, they say!
Cowardice’s dear to pay,
For a patriot fights to stay,
Son, dad, brother,
husband, lover,
The patriot gone to the legends.
Momy, where’s daddy?
Father, where’s son?
Sister, where’s bro?
And whence will bread cometh,
For the gallant soldier has bit the bullet.
Your pain
Should never be vain.
~Eric Wamanji