Omotosho Seth Poet Epitaph

Dead Men Tale

We're hit, we're hit!! serge!
The thing goes skrrrahh pap pap ka-ka-ka
Skibiki-pap-pap and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom
Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom

The whole platoon has been cut off
The entire platoon has been wiped off
Company merit has fallen short of mercy

Thanks to our helmet that houses our shattered skull
Our brain like rocks chilling the red wine
You taught us how to kill

But how not to kill you never told us
Kaboom kaboom the bullets bounce from head to head
Beneath the shrapnel we're trapped and hit
For freedom had we not crave?

Now freedom is ours
From loath-like froth we flee
Now together we dance to the
Tune of Earth jackboots 
heavily placed on our skeleton

My enemy, come and let dance 
while the living Fight till our resurrection


®snowflakes 2018

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Beata Agustin November 30, 2024 at 9:48 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Lyric Man July 3, 2018 at 11:28 PM Back from a party and wide awake. Need me a few funny, mysterious, interesting, or mellow writes to settle me into a restful state. So glad I came across your poem tonight.. just what I needed! Omotosho Seth July 5, 2018 at 2:28 PM Wow, thanks for appreciating me bro! Poems can sometimes be pleasing.