Saturday, October 30, 2010
Thrust in haste,
With agony in the face,
Are the Heroes that here lie.
Attacked by merciless flies,
Found in ditches, trenches and forests,
Sometimes in open air,
In lands that are clearly bare.
From a distance one can tell,
Especially, the chorus comments, the nasty smell.
There after, they are left to dry on their own,
With time changing in colour from their usual brown,
As beetles and ants invade the remains,
Of these gallants, our forgotten Heroes.
Tatenda W Mhlanga