After War (Man)1 Poem by Ojok Isaac

Where, when and how will I meet you?
Where did you run?
When they fired bullets,
Raining like rain,
Killing the innocent,
Killing little children,
Killing love.

Are you in one of the camps?
Or are you still running?
Hear my voice from wherever you are.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.

Birds are your wings strong?
Then fly and tell her I love her.
Wind, you who blows so fast.
Carry my voice, let her know,
That the day the war broke out
The priest had already pronounced us
As husband and wife.
Before he got his head shot...