Over and over
Singing the song of victory in tears
Whilst our dear brothers lie still and dead
The victory isn't lucid
Our brothers are now in the other side of existence
Hoping to see us soon
Our wine of victory is sour
This isn't what we want
War is bitter and dreadful
I'm happy it is over
I just want to go home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A refined poetic imagination, Abimbola. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.