it was noon
elections were over
the looser sent his goons
peace was also over
it wasn’t even our country
but John was there for peacekeeping
he was just a lad
trying to accomplish a dream.
mama mama,
I will be back to you soon
This last trip mama
and grandsons I will give you too
it was over now
the battlefield filled with unfulfilled dreams and promises
locked up and sealed,
no more grandsons
no more son either
just a cry
the cry of a soldier’s mother
Winniefred F. Gbemuotor
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