Comrades of Death - By Olaniyi Abdulwaheed

dear comrades of death
years, your service in the palace of terror
has squashed the soul of the nation
the solo tune of your bombs
excellently plucked the souls of loved ones
from the tree of life—you 
perched the living in the pouch of temptation

dear comrades of death
since crunching the souls is only passport to heaven
since genocide gives glee to your solitude peace
Since scorching your ocean is only goal of our mission
Why run from death is the anthem of your existence?

dear comrades of death
if death is proud to be deathless
relish on earth like creator of creatures
fetching tears from the eyes of every soul,
if from earth all souls exit
Nature needs not to be somber
Since death only lives on the living
Where is death after life?

mere comrades of death…
relish not on the scores you sent in exile
rely not on death living only on beings
forget not the twilight of life that digs drenches on your cheeks, 
Quite a furnished chamber, the Grave,

There you’ll later lie

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