Hello, fellow steemians, sorry I have not been posting for some while, as a student and an entrepreneur, what more can make ones life in Nigeria?
I would be finishing up my piece of war from the view point of a dying soldier. Kindly read and upvote
And i held on to the light of my memories, good, happy memories of my family.
And the good memory ran into memories of bloodshed, battle cries, flying bodies, I frantically tried to shut of the insanity.
And i fell into a hopeless mirage, walking into a field so green,
a family so happy, faces filled with smiles.
And the darkness crept in again, green turned black,
smiles became tears, loud bitter cries.
And i wept for pains and tears choked me,
the contract I signed floating before me like a feather in the air.
The contract was in red, dripping red ink,
was that my blood? Tears turned to fear.
And i thought of how it all began, the joy of being a hero, the joy of being a protector.
But it last not for long, for the battle cries drowned that joy.
And this is the prayer of a fallen soldier- a hero one day, a dead man the next,
This is my creed; I am a soldier, warrior by choice, In this life and the next.
