THE REMNANTS OF WAR (An original Poetry) DAY 50

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torn limbs, from body to body;
the rising smokes, from our burnt homes;
is like paradise in flames;
the booming echoes of spitting guns;
is still ringing in our dilapidated ears;
we are fugitives in senile homes,
taken for grotesque gnomes.
but we're victims of yesterday's grief

the future is certain;
like death after the play;
It drops it's curtainm
yesterday's bread was eaten with agony.
infants have been made strangers to their mother's breast;
the winner of the bread;
has been dropped like a giant tree.
fallen to the ground.

we have been made foreigners
In our father's land;
like flowers and graveyards
we've been pierced by the thorns of the porcupine;
we were marched like cows to abbatoirs;
and slain amidst tears and regret;
the beautiful results of war;

like a pile of smoked fishes;
their bodies were pilled without graves;
men who were victims of vendetta;
by people with clustered agenda;
they are vampires armed with rifles;
sucking away life like a cow's bone marrow.
swimming the depth in shallow.
we're but hopeless mushrooms hoping to die tommorow;
tettered to the ashes of the fallen obeche tree.
never to rise again.

We ran like dazed drunks.
captured in our temples
like deluded and fazed monks.
our eyes is become an oasis in the desert.
Patches of dried tears;
have become our only voice
we are lost, paying the prices in titanic cost.
living in the courage of our fear.
watching our town razing in flames.
to never exist again.

POETIC NOTES & ANALYSIS.

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THE REMNANTS OF WAR is a poem that sets in a land that has just finished witnessing war, in other words it's a poem that talks about the aftermath of a ravaging war where breadwinners were killed, fathers were killed, and even mothers breastfeeding their infants have been killed.

The poem uses a lot of imagery to tell the story and paint a very detailing picture of the theme therein,

Looking by third stanza, it could be seen clearly that the war was one way, in the sense that from the writer's perspectives they were easily captured and taken captive and most of their homes are now being ravaged by flames.

The poem has five stanza with rhythms, with no specific rhyme scheme, and it's a free verse, and no form of iambic pentameter.

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Written, edited & analysed

by @Josediccus

25/4/2018

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