Felix Emeka George

November 4,2011 - Poem by Felix Emeka George

There came a time and day

When the terrorists struck in my area of responsibility

A battle so uncalled for

Humans maimed, blown in scorn

With deaths bullets, sabre, bombs and mines

Drab atmosphere of camouflage, fear and dilemma

Five...years today I remember

November 4,2011.

Twenty six Soldiers, my comrades

Saw their ends by a fire from muzzles

On the ground gallant men,

Muddled in sand and blood,

Loud orders are yelled,

Gather the men! ! !

Burgle sound, gallant men are mustered

Marching down to battle, Avenge the Adversaries!

Undaunted by fear and loss

With a heart swelled by heroism and gallantry.

Fighting from low intensity conflict to blood bath,

From a day scheduled turned months

And years in this war all alone there exhausted

From dust to dawn, like lion the soldier

Fought and fought like a fish always

Where no rest of tired souls

And nobody to sleep never to slumber a day and night

Daily, fears of day's war comes

Every minutes it got to time in battlefields

To rest the soul of slump

Our fellow comrade Martyrs and innocent citizen

In a time as human beings, the moving spirit weak

Still, we Matched down enclosed left, right and all round defence.

I am a soldier! a man of valour

Whose fight for peace of the world.

I am soldier! warriors of the world

If i fall on land, i know too die in combat is an honour

And if i come back, to live is a privilege,

This is my pledge for my mother land.

The future is what I see with the rising sun

We'll encouraged by hours of soldiers spirit.

Because fears is dead and gone with

Wounds, scars and dead on the ground.

And ''no going back'' an old soldiers song sang

Where the last blood drop shed

To mix with sacred sand with determination

To save my mothers land soul

I am soldier, gallant man who sold his liberty

As during the scorching sun

A soldier gives the citizen his best hat

At rain and cold he gives out his coat

Because of love on his people he dashed his shirt

And wear camouflage in order to create safe haven with his skin

And finally soldier lost his soul

And not to lost the war for the greatest

And better humanity to emerge while

Leaving orphaned children and widow wives,

family and friends in solace alone

To see the world face of sorrow

To kiss the aches of the burn fires sorrows

The soldiers stood to end in this heroic earth

And to been given a white and green union jack

A meager money and nothing more to get.

I am a soldier

To die in combat is the path choose of a soldier

For heroic death that other may live in peace an honour

Topic(s) of this poem: sad

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 2, 2017

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 24, 2017

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