It was unforgivably uncomfortable,
The prying gaze of the Sun.
It felt like a million eyes staring
Without blinking censuriously at my soul.
Stripped of pride with nowhere to hide,
I felt naked, wrapped in her fury;
She spoke sternly without pity.
Her words pierced my skin like arrows
Poking at the very core of my sanity;
I raged with sadness, helpless, drying.
Till Night came in shining armor:
To save the day.
It was a weary afternoon.
The sky was drowned with angry clouds,
The ambience, drenched in strokes of blue
For the sun was in hiding like it had a flu.
"The earth must share in our agony"
I thought to my self as I stared at the skyline
Which not so surprisingly was visible:
There was hardly anyone within sight,
The regularly buzzing village square
Was doused in a silent melancholic tune
The memories of our sons and fathers
Danced to with reckless abandon.
It was a grand fest of pain and sorrow.
Every turn, every corner was painted red.
The air reeked of bravery and courage,
The valiant heroism of the weak.
A little girl shouted from a distance.
Everyone rushed out hurridley
To behold for themselves this miracle
"The gods have heard our prayers"
Mama Iyat shouted dramatically,
As she started to do a dance.
The gods are mourning for the souls lost,
Weeping for what the senseless war had cost
— The End —