I want to write a poem; a poem about our unsung heroes
The heroes of our circumstance and happenstance
The ones who daily cross the river Aiku; constantly braving
the blood thirsty sharks
They cheat death daily just for
a piece of our “our daily bread”
I want to sing on the lowest key possible
I need to sing a song, to express this great sadness
Else I will be consumed once and for all by this . . .
So great a sadness…so great... I can’t find the tunes to
express my sorrow
Today I am like the brother lamentations… so I Will raise up
a dirge in honor of our fallen heroes
A wailing that that cannot be quieted; for our children; for
their stolen childhood
For their playground that was turned into a battlefield the
moment the first enemy plane was sighted in our skies
Today let us hold a requiem for our unsung heroes where I
will render my dirge
We will hold a slow, mournful, procession, marching against
the enemy planes and fighter jets
Marching against every principalities and powers that want
to fill our land with the blood of our kinsmen
Saying no to every suicide bomber, all extremism, all
apologists, and all cultism.
Saying no to every tradition that seeks to destroy us!
So today let us sing with hope, our coronach
Let us march in unison; with hope in our hearts; Hope for a
better tomorrow; Hope for our young ones
Let us march for our fallen heroes
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