2016: EB POETS EXERCISE XCIII

O,wilderness survivor,

Trees bowed down to his decision,green grass respected his tremble and made the way for him.

His only grace was his weapon

He had to cock-cock,pull pull through enemy’s rip off.

Tents became mansions,bamboo sticks was rationed as a bed still.

To serve Nigeria with all strength was his painful desire.-Rachel Charles

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On the face of the sand he walks,

He hate to sight frowning

So to firearm he sent a friend request through words

Accepted,the gun likes how he talks

As blood socks the battle field,and his boots drowning

kept that face smiling,with no swords. –Bangwan

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Pieces of themselves

They thought they’d lost    

By the lives they had taken 

The need to find a way back to themselves    

Pick up the parts that they’d lost

And live for the living and the taken. -Hybrid

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Let your soul feed on these words

every syllabus a balm to your wounds

We celebrate your strength 

the stars sing of your faith

Soldier of country, God and poetry

fight on for love, for family.-OracLe

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Woe unto us if we fall in this battle. 

A battle fought in unity strength and faith. 

Green camouflage, painted faces not idle. 

A rifle to keep us away from our tents. 

A promise keeps us alive, so we come back. 

To kiss those same aching hearts we kissed bye.  Hypermind

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We burnt the nights in our sleep,

While you watch the moon traipse to sleep as the vigil you keep.

Your unattended wounds, the huge price paid,

So the nation could sleep safe.

For all the thank yous never said,

I pray this ode is not too late. ~Tee2emm

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To the one who heeded dreams and heard the scream
outlanders pursuit in a room catered by metals.
Pain is furthermore,
its future is a cologne of death; so long.
To vision you lost, the darkness of this sort
I write to you today, for the memories of attended boots, marching crowns – Rudolph