I Shall Be Free at Last!

Poems

(By T K, 03 December 2020)

I Shall Be Free at Last!

Loins hard pressed and elbowed,
Or at times laying on my stomach,
With my pointer-finger,
and the thumb locked onto a trigger,
In a makeshift trench,
I ask myself the same question:
How did I fare today,
And what is my fate tomorrow?

Today was ineffably hell,
Bullets and bombshells,
Like a diluvial hail,
Falling over my head.
And the Putrid sulfur,
Wherever I turned,
Invariably polluting the air,
Leaving a vitriolic taste at the back of the tongue,
And challenging the lungs to inhale.
Likewise, I felt nauseated at the awful sight,
Of comrades mangled and bestrew,
All over the site.

Nonetheless, despite it all the ordeal,
I did it, I am still alive and,
As it can possibly be, well.
If I could say the same thing tomorrow,
I should sigh and be relieved,
And the crusty dirt besmirched face of mine,
Ought to glow;
For I surely know,
One of these dawns,
I shall certainly would be free and walk head high,
Whilst the warmongers get drowned,
In a noisome blood bath of their own.

 

 

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