Bronze Star - 2,688 Points (30th, november 1991 / JOS NIGERIA)

Wails Of Mortals - Poem by ONOJA ANTHONY

Weep not bravehearts
wash not the swril of thy face.
The sunward souls of thee brave departed
The reign of time as the ancient tyriant..
When these darkdays echo out in flames,
When their longer beginning all end in dust,
their souls shall crest through eternity stripes

The wrath of time on their span, the revival of mortals in flames of fire.
Tell them our teardrops formed the planets.
Tell them their anger became hailstone.
Tell them how we tail alway as far outreach of universal godhood..

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 4, 2013

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