Epitaph On the Tombstone
A quest for solace took me to a well-kept garden
Where the only trouble is the breeze that blows
Touching the hearts of the trees
Then the rustling sounds of the leaves
The dancing inch grasses
And the unrivaled scenery of silence
Then i imagined
The calmness, orderliness and respect
Each was quite; minding his nap
In his six-feet long grave
Bought with blood
But then; the epitaph on their tombstone
In ingots of gold
Lowered to the edge of their feet
Tells who they were
A strange expression of lives
And when I took a long gape within the confines of my sight
I saw the arrangements
Soldiers; rank and file
Laying in standing order
Order of ranks and heights
Nobly attired
Then it crumb my wits again
Gain of such solitary confinement
Of fallen martyrs
Ruined by the gaffe of the state
Dozens deaths; slate
On the epitaph; were
Names, numbers, dates of birth and dates of death
The quote; ‘He gave his life for the Nation’
Took my thoughts farther away
Then comes the reward for the death
An orchestral band
In flattering attire
Singing sorrowful songs
As we wine and dine
It goes on and on
Till the lowly arrival of night
Knowing that the death felt animate again
I hugged and bit farewell to each
As they walk nobly back to their graves
Copyright © Godwin Ibrahim | Year Posted 2017
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