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A Nigerian Soldier in Sierra-Leone

Martins Iyoboyi

Armed to fight another’s cause,
Home front in burning spree –

Widowed semblance of my mother’s,
Makes nerveless triggering fingers:
Children, the colour of misery –

Lean with death-throes hanging,
Against answerless heaven.

Rainfalls drop leisurely, on
Petals of roots long dead,
Fiery shots at night jarring the skies,

Foes at Freetown’s gates,
Comrades, bent with hope,

Wait the zero hour, to end wastes
When greater shame await me back home.

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