Some War Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

Papa was in Burma
Fought and short unknown faces
Who were neither friends nor foes
In obedience to king-it idiosyncrasy

He has an ugly limping gait
And mutilated left ear evidence
To buttress the agonized exploit
Where the marksman's king hit
Miraculously missed narrowly

Uncle Levi, Uka and marry more
Weren't so lucky valiant
Any surprise!
They could not just tell the enemy.

(Wednesday 7th March,2001,11.55am)