Armed Forces Remembrance Day.

Today is the 15th of January 2021. A day set aside by my country to remember our fallen heros ( soldiers who died serving the nation)

But something happened during the ceremony today,when our president tried to free the pidgeons ,the Birds of Honour refused to fly .

So I wrote this poem in honour of the dead soldiers and to call for institutional changes . A bit long but I just needed to pour out my heart.

The Birds Refused to Fly

They died serving by fighting Fighting for us to live while Giving us life,lost theirs instead In the prime of life for a nation A nation without a soul

One died leaving a father the Other a mother and wife

Yet another siblings and lover.

Was It worth it at all?

Do we truly deserve such huge Sacrifices?

None to look after their backs.

No one goes to check how well they laid and slept .

It looks just like wasted Sacrifices.

For nothing seem to have Changed since they left us

Then came again the fifteenth Of January.

They roll out the big drums.

All adorned in spotless 'Agbadas' to dance on their Graves yet again.

They laid the wreaths

And set to free the birds but the Birds of Honour will not fly.

Why should they?

The land bleeds,sick, wreaks of Evils untold.

The ground is soaked in Blood,the blood of the innocent.

Looting, kidnapping the order of The day.

The white birds cannot fly in a State of oppression.

They will never fly where blood Stains are addendum to our National flag.

Neither can they fly where Hopes are daily dashed and Many flee to a safer abode.

 Still they cannot fly where Hands are soiled 

Why will they fly where ears are Blocked to the wailings from the Poor.

No,they can never flip- flap their Wings to do him the honour.

Yes, they can not even if they had wanted to

Bring me the cotton -buds!

Get me the ear drops

Prepare the theatre

Call the surgeon

Let the surgery begin.

When it is finally over

With hearing restored

A fleshy heart in place 

The cries of many he will hear

And he will hasten to amend.

Wiping the orphan's tears

Soothing the widow's heart

Planting beautiful smile on 

Parents' faces.

Then maybe just then

The  Honour Birds will fly .