A Poem: Heroic Cries
My eyes reddened. The ship swayed on ocean waves.
It was the news. The wind carried the burden on its wings.
My heartfelt sorrow. My mind moved on Earth length horizons.
The king’s house in total disarray. I heard the citizens’ cry.
Heroes put on chains. It is a recounting terror tale.
The nightmare lengthened. The twinkling stars dimmed.
My sword blunted. I stood there helpless.
Face-to-face with the relentless enemy. My heroes fell.
Another hero lay wounded. Some other heroes put on chains.
I stumbled and held back on my right feet. I knelt on my shadow’s wall.
Face-to-face with the enemy at daylight. I advanced with all my might.
I advanced for conquest. It is a heroic resistance to win.
In the end, the victory roared from its closet. The night broke to day.
The mighty pharaoh has been defeated. The celebrations hit the town.
The entire mob joined the jubilant crowd. There, I stood with flashback memories.
Over heroes and heroines gone for eternity. Their spirit waved at my height.
I managed to move. My tears dried. My muscles relaxed. I shouted freedom.
Joy filled my heart. Sorrow disappeared in thin air. It is the prize for freedom.
Go you comrade! “Buried truth shall rise again. ”
By Yero Jallow