Emmanuel Adekunle

Heroes Of All Nations

These men are like vampires
that take no blood
not even hungry in time
of warrying for good deeds
an epitome of such
is the historical Sundiata
the nights are always
counted as noon
when the birds lead
the procession by singing
only for the head to learn
a new thing in good order

The elephants of okigbo
to clear a path
for these men to tread
with comfort.
Comfort is a word
not meant for use during war
exile of seven years a sweet comfiture?
The endurance of the trees
to grow for countless years
only to be burnt during winter
ah, no comfort
these men are ours
the heroes of all nations
are like vampires
who guide little children
in solitude
serving the people in discomfiture
only for them to name
their children Comfort!
Our heroes are the book
of our history!

Topic(s) of this poem: heroism

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Poem Edited: Thursday, October 20, 2016

Form: Ballad


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Dedicated to my fellowship! My fellowship are people who are for me.

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