Footprints In Mid-West Poem by Israel Ugwu

The invasion took n The invasion took no
deeds.
Poorly trained they are,
but They took no relent.
Both clung onto each
other.
The other maimed,
O! Soon to death.
They trudged together,
Together they clutched
their
straw to die.
''One man down, not to ''One man down, not to be
left
alone! ''
Hides beside the full parHides beside the full part
of the
rock.
He tend to nurse his
brother's
wound.
''You will be fine'' he
muttered.
Death strolled.
Though the winner they
are,
Strong, determined,
fearless they
are.
Anew life seem, the
warriors
from the east.
O! For the free will of thO! For the free will of the
same
east.
Yes the East!
''brother'' slowly the dying
graze
unto his brother.
''Will i die? '' unrueful he
would
be, though.
''No You cant die'' nursing
the
spouting blood that flow
in haste
than the river side they
drank
''we fought well''
''Take hold our dignity''
''fight
without the shred of fear''
he
couldn't hold longer.
''But we need you
brother'' he
said. Free he was, but his
eyes
sunken in trepidationsunken in trepidation.
''Dont die, we shall
emerge
triumphant from this
ordeal, and
through the crucible
unscathed
we'll pass''
''yes, we will'' slowly he traversed the
present land of the living for a