Infantry Eyes Poem by Friday, Happy Oyamenda

Gently, gently
Goes the blood moon
Who believes the iron message,
The unsaintly Zion story,
That devours like a lion
On the wing of time?

Oh Earth
Why rent apart
For Archduke?

Scornful voices narrating
Ears and hearts rating
The Kalama and Tama
Hanging in mournfulness
For the furious B-17’s shooting

Allies hurting and crying
Infantry mouths rent
For the parochial desire
Of a few men messiah

Eyes stand iced
At the Reign of Terror
A reign ravaging Central Powers in horror

Earth calms at war
Silence eats up missiles
Euphoria slits across the streets

Suddenly cracks the air again
Over the oasis of sanity

Spitfires hover around Africa
Father mother calling children
Huddling in hideouts
In wails, panic and pools of blood
Babel of emotions cloth the Globe
Peace breaks hell on mortals

Brothers in the Bastille
With the fossilized
Creaking in the white wind
LMGs sinking into their lefts
Young tents wave off into Chaos

For four moons
Infantry eyes freeze
Into eternity
At Verdun and Somme