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Among the Bodies

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by Jerome Hambrick

Among the bodies of the humid night
Are brave souls left to fight
These are the ones they couldn’t save
The steaming jungle shall be their only grave
Snuffed out by lords of war
There’s one left to even the score
Pushing her way up through the walls of flesh
She goes on to face the final test
Taking what weapons they left behind
She salutes to her friends one last time
Finding their village that very night
She prepares herself for the final fight
While inside they’re having a feast
She rushes in attacking the beast
Shot by one, the only that survived her raid
Pulls the pin of her last…grenade.
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eloquence of expression said…
A minute of silence for the foot soldiers,
A moment of triumph for all our brotherly fraternity
All an incarcerated entity.
I feel you Jerome Hambrick, I Love your work Wamuhu,
It feels like I want to pop a grenade inside my mouth and pull the pin.

Top $$ Sister.
December 7, 2009 at 6:28 AM
Wamuhu Mwaura said…
Thank you, eloquence...

I look forward to reading through your blog. :)
December 7, 2009 at 2:05 PM
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