Yells
the
shells of hate
and our heroes come falling down
like
mangoes on these cold land,
not
far,far away
but
their
own fatherland.
Sojourners
you
were, on a journey
of
service and unification,but today you
lie still in bliss,
cold,
in
a mortuary,while
our
deafening tears
sings
you
an elegy.
Our
heroes have become cadavers,
sacrificed on the shrine
of
political ruins,
as
we
watch our future
go down the drain butchered
on
the pedestal of rage and hate.
Ha!
In this season of your
bloom,
when we aspire to dance
to
the
melodious tune
fuming
from your flute,but
like
the ferocity
of
a
hawk on its prey,
hate,
took you away,
leaving
our eyes grey & grave
for
our
heroes are
fallen!
fallen!! fallen!!!
Fallen!!!!
to
rise
no more.
Though,
rage
took you away,your
"heroic feats"
like
a
portrait will remain for ages,
but
not
in museums or
vain
monuments,howbeit
in our hearts
of
heart,
entrenched in
lasting memories that
will
not only stay
for
a while but
a
lifetime.
Adieu!
to our fallen heroes.
Dedicated
To
all
youth corpers who
lost
their lives
at the tragic
electoral violence.
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