NI BAGA (I Am Baga) — A Poem

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I am not alone, I know: never alone
The corpses littered herein are my own
They keep me company while asleep peacefully
Today, their struggles have ended finally
Ye children left standing, come around!
I will tell all of ye a tale as familiar as sound:
The day upon which sorrow lost its bitterness
And the cries only became shouts of gladness

Rejoice! Son of this desolate city — the heir
For thine walls of ruins become monuments of despair
The rubble will be fed upon by good grief
Because your joy has been snatched away by the thief
The sun shall spare thee not, all day long
The night’s cold winds will comfort thee with song
At the very brink of thy uncertain nurture
Thou hast become one and soul with nature

Ye shall not see me shed another tear
For I spoke the truth that all men may hear
And though it has brought about my humiliation
It will one day bring me salvation
Ye shall not see me breathe in tepidity
All fear of death, I see as stupidity
Stand, my children, for ye can fall no more
Valiant in truth and service like never before.

© Luke Ogar

Luke Ogar also blogs at https://nerdsandnovices.wordpress.com

Luke O. Ogar

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