War

W A R Before I was a foetus The world was at war Our forefathers forced to fight For it was all irresistible Now I have grown And I’m dragged to a fight I did not ignite A war which I do not know if it will end In the front line we fear for our lives Gone through hills and mountains The soles in our boots ran out Food and water were all we needed A journey we never prepared for The smell of gun powder fills the air Empty gun shells carpet the ground War vehicles smoking and left to rot The battle have seized Waking to the sound of gun shots we tremble in fear Day and night we do not know the difference For the enemy does not rest But my enemy is a man like me How many deaths must we suffer? How many forests must we bring down? How many generations must pay for our forefather’s faults? How long can our race really endure this suffering? By: Bokamoso N. Pule