My Tribute Poem by RENAISSANCE CHIDOZIE

Never handle a gun nor dropp a bomb,
Never crawl with belly nor jump from hill,
Never ate raw flesh, took urine as pill
Nor saw my proper written on a tomb.


But i see burial ground rising like a womb,
I see pure blood splashes on cities walls, still,
I see tiny legs and ribs hurt by ill,
I see hollow holes, cracks made by long bomb.


Not fighting but feels the wrath of the field,
Witnessing an hour on tv, what they saw
For years, to survive and revive peace, yield
Better result and grasp justice with their paw.


Thus, he, who stall those legends' heroic award
Let him rust righteously without God's reward.