Here's Where It All Ends Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

Here is where it all ends
Caught in the fusillade of cannon
We never knew ambushes were in the bends
We just rode, as the General charged, 'March on!
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Here is where it all ends
Like Lord Cardigan's Light Brigade
To the jaws of pending death
Directly, into the boom of grenades.
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Here is where it all ends
Two fondly cadets of a score years old
Two nocturnals, chatting late in the night
Now, one lays lifeless and cold.
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Here is where it all ends
You had told me in our discussions
That this war should not be fought by soldiers
But by the Leaders of the warring nations.
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How shall I tell it
That you were always at my side
In arguments and at the hour of your death
Yet I could not afford to save you?
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But no battle was fiercer
Not Gettysburg, not Okinawa
The dead were killed again with bayonets
They died the second time and forever.
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It all does not really end here,
Since I could not rescue you alive,
If I will make it out of this front alive,
I must rescue your copse from dying again.