Ballad of soldier's ho
I though soldiers are adorning their horses for eternity
for immortality for life for instance?
Nor nightmare nor stone nor chauvinism is anyhow the
world ever for glass or glee.
The world has never been in silence or pretence or
barren, each snow a blow, each touch a walk, each
neigh a lovely memory or remembrance, ah! filling the
earth with joy and bliss, blar, blar, blar, blar, blar, blar,.....?.
Copyright © Bamanga Bashir | Year Posted 2024
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