THE SOUNDING CATARACT

THE SOUNDING CATARACT

The sounding cataract,
Haunting me like a passion,
The tall rocks, the mountains,
The deep and gloomy woods,
Their colours and their forms
Were then to me; an appetite,
A feeling and a love

DO NOT MOURN ME (Austin Aklo)

Please do not mourn me,
If I fall in a battle field
For my fall is only a sacrifice
To my profession and my cause

Do not even ask for my remains
Or ask where I’m planted, ‘cause
Millions of me have been given to ensure
The survival of our race

Come not to ask me at the end of the war
Of what I saw during the war, ‘because I’ll likely say
I survived.

THE EX-SERVICE MAN

 

Once again he says adieu
To the arms he loves so much,
He never says goodbye,
Who knows? The nation may
want his service again,
“old soldier”
they say
“never die”