August 2015 Poems
Truce
There! The White flag again survived
Because the long waited truce arrived
Our warriors’ swords long contrived
And our warmth hearts and minds revived.
From the scary night fiery battle
To the sweet and white laughing rattle
With hugs in queues like grazing cattle
In the rich meadows for a welcomed brattle.
By Yero
A Poem: When it ends
The soul as it must do and when it ends
Die as it must answer to nature’s call at ease
Our bags full of deeds with pride of achievements
Our soaked boots with heartbeats all gone to sleep
So Shakespeare groans in his grave over king’s play
Greeted with peeping sunrays and gutter floods
In that underground bed, he laid to peaceful rest
Behind, missed by his clan folds, in touching hearts
His once Princely crowns gone to the smith
But won’t rise to walk because that soul rested
Though hoped that resurrection will shine horizons
The chance of meeting all again in heavenly abodes
By Yero
A Poem: Mandela’s Nightmare
After the fierce battle blasted in flare
Gun power diffuses into thin air
Late into the screaming scary nights
Survivors searched for flashing lights
Thunders with fire bolts in deafening echoes
Shooting down to death iconic times’ heroes
With war uniforms soaked with blood
Wounded warriors lay in floods
Mandela cried aloud in his resting tomb
Over his abandoned umbilical womb
The battlefield cried over its tormented bowls
The burden of dead and wounded soldiers’ souls
The earth cried, it wined, and flattened
But never change all that happened.
By Yero.