Matyrdom Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

Let the devout pray the prayers
While the warriors fight the fight
To savour victory in the struggle.
Like the mantis firmly clutches its palms
Deeply meditating, yet spares no scar
To prey or predators that dare its wit.
The mantis makes heaven
But the fool dies on his knees.

When warriors leave the battle front
To toast landscapes of orisons;
Victories will be celebrated
At hellsgate in blasting interludes
Where quitters flop and flunk;
And in heavens that elude the saintly
Whose mission promoted ignorance
And mortal stupidity.