Everyone will always remember how we came home
The way bodies piled like unanswered questions
Bent bodies
Scarred bodies
Hungry bodies, - you could tell
ribs standing out like piano keys
voices hoarse from screaming each other’s names
in bloody fields that looked just like our homes.
If we were home…
Why did we fight?
If we didn’t fight,
Would we be alive?
This semblance of living,
our shoulders knew best
they carried our dreams
our children,
our guns
our grief
Another person’s war,
too frail to carry other bodies.
So we dragged them
away from the fields
into the whistling boxes, sat with our wounded
And tried to convince ourselves that we were
the victors
While responding to this prompt, I realized that I was thinking about Biafra and the Nigerian Civil war. The music in the background is the Biafra National Anthem. I just wanted to share that. I’m definitely developing this prompt into something more.
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