Once I was a soldier
With a gallant gait as I waved;
Shoelaces tied with pride
As heavy boots tapped gloriously
On open fields.
Once I was a sailor
Sailing pass rivers;
To weirdly abodes, dwelt by mild nature;
Shielded by mountains that clouded my horizon
In solitudinal tunes that guaranteed my lasting.
Once I was an officer
By heroism’s clarion call,
Laid on glorious frontlines
In various noble ways –
To obey bright flag.
Once I was a soldier boy
Hardened by duty’s call;
Perching at officers nest
Through nights with uniformed lads.
Once I was a lone warrior
Parading through jungles,
With unmindful ventures, draining every sweat;
Clinging to regions that falters thy heart,
Through days where heat does burn with sudden ease.
And once I was a survivor
Through time’s vivid test,
Headed for final salute
As my mission does end.
But alas, my heart in a sudden does melt,
Boiling as shocker slowly falls down:
For my mission did boil with towering rage
As fellow comrades on similar sail
Fatten unhurt through every phase,
In my lonely abandon in fierce frontlines.
HERDS OF CATTLE
Herds of cattle converge
Finest stock, superior breed,
Raising of shoulders, high acclaimed,
Proclaiming elevation of rank supreme.
They call them representatives
Placed to march our lands,
Humility in rulership led by pride.
The herdsman leads his herd
To the fields of democracy,
Bleating cattle blaring bombast;
For what better chance for vibrancy
On a long awaited right of speech,
From the huge elevated status
Of finest stock of cattle
Parading themselves in our fields;
With excreta dropped per minute,
As they portray issues national,
With interpretations intelligible
To themselves alone.
© Dowell Oba