Ode To Victor Hugo (18) '(The Miserable' Waterloo- The Well-Tomb Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

Ode To Victor Hugo (18) '(The Miserable' Waterloo- The Well-Tomb
Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim
(HOUGOUMONT)

First Obstacle encountered
Napoleon, the Great Tree-feller
Of Europe
Indeed

After the battle WATERLOO
There was a pressing need
To dispose of the corpses
In speed

Death tarnished victory
In its own fashion
Bringing pestilences
On the heels
Of triumph
Disastrous Destiny

Typhus, lurks in the shadow of glory
Wars are black spots
In the face of history

The well was a deep one
And so it became a Tomb
Three hundred dead
Were flung into it
Perhaps too hurriedly
Were they all dead?
Legend says not.
Assuredly!

And that on the night
Following the burial
Voices were heard
Calling for help.
Constantly...

SAD…….
BUT. I'd like to ADD:
I call it NO Glory
I call it SAD STORY

You civilized Europe:
Do you call this victory?
Lots of blood shed by your
Infantry
Once in the name of Jesus
Others in the name of Colony
And often in the name of Glory.

Yet the greater disaster is:
The History is always
Written
By those who
Gain Victory

Freyad Hugo
Heerenveen