Dreams from the Front

The joy I left here with has gone
It has grown wings and I knew not
The direction of its flight
Am terrified, I have no stories to tell anymore

Each time a memory of holding your hands
Comes to me, drops of tears roll down
I can’t look into your face now
You would know how much I desire to see you

Oh lest I forgot this time, please
Give my little ones these kisses
Tell them that all will be well
That God willing I shall return to them

I missed it and all of you
We are fed to the soil all day
Toiling for blood, for vanity
I wasn’t sure I would do this again

A day without a bloody sight
Then that would be some restful day
We claim brave, we drink rum
Sincerely I feel like running away

But then if by next season
You happen not to hear from my hand
Do not despair much love, sweety
The horrors seen would kill even the living

And if in the end I live
Trying to forget men I killed
I pray that God forgives me
And deal nicely with dead souls

Oiroegbu Halls