#WritcoPoemPrompt28
She floats like a dream
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers.

Soldiers with bicolour tribands
As AK-forty seven,
An " end SARS " vest as khaki
And a quest-banner as shield.

One after the other,they fell; Betrayed by their own weapons
Whose white is now dominated by red,
And its BIcolour turned TRI.

They had no rank nor tags,
So,their names and adresses,
They wrote in their pockets
To be shipped home like loads.

Little did they knew of the enemy.
Little will we know of their death,
For they fought not soldiers.
They were against soul jailers!

Ours only are the tears.
We will weep around imaginary tombs.
The light of bygone years
And shadowing years to come

Calm is your slumber as an infant's sleep,
But you shall wake no more to toil and weep.
Yours is a perfect rest secured and deep,
No more word shall drop from your lips.

SOLDIERS OF FREEDOM !!

© Hazard