They, the soldiers were at the war front
At the arabian soil battlying their enemies
Two friends were among the troops
Running here and there...
Bombs boom while guns fire
It was raining, thus distracting
The direction of their enemies
The whole soil was shaking
Lightening of deaths were seen
No where to hide
The warlocks are dying
Though, in war one side must loose
The cloud above was changing in sight of some soldiers
The friends in a side
Knew they had been succeeding
But today, glory has turn against them
The two twin friends are aman and iman
But today, glory has turn against them
Aman was the first to collapse
Messagonic iron has been sent into his body
His friendly brother looked unto the sky
He shouted the name of agony
The face of his lord is not seen
Has he forgotten those who had rest by the power of his bullets?
Today, he wept for aman
He could not help
But today, glory has turn against them
He took his brother to the burial ground
He lamented...
The payed grave digger
Laments, he consoled Iman upon the death of his brother
Iman went back to the battle field
Some minutes later...
A dead soldier was brought to the ground...
On seeing this by the grave digger
All he does was to open his mouth
Iman too has gone to an eternal home
Ibrahym Oba
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