The Death of a Hero

[Emmanuel Monychol]

The horrendous wails woke me one crack of dawn:
In a daze of sleep,
I uncovered my head and slipped out of my blanket.
I moved and looked to the street through the window.
I saw people running like goats hovered upon by a hyena.
While on pyjamas and on thin slippers, I walked down street.
‘What is the problem?’ I asked.
One of the moaners stopped and wiped tears off her red eyes.
She turned to me and said:
‘His departure a blistered a library...
His death; a death of the revolution…
He was the Free Bull who brought to his knees
The enemy of the revolution.
He fought till the age of 97.
That is why we are moaning him;
That is why the flag is flying half mask for three days.’
She wailed again, her palms covering her messy hairs:
‘Maoo-maoo-maoo.’ She continued, her voice rising.
Hmm. I nodded.
I walked back to my room.
I slid under my blanket
And covered my head again.

By:
Emmanuel Monychol:mad:
14th March, 2010

[Okoroafor Chike]

Eiyaaa! What's up with your sudden obscession about 'T' throughout the poem. You should have employed the archaic 'est', 'eth', 'alt' (suffixes) etc or simply stick to the modern english spelling.

Let me guess, this hero was not a battle warrior 'cos I wonder what kind of a person will retain the best of his/her youthful vigour at 97. I find it amusing how the poet got out and in of bed.

[Emmanuel Monychol]

Edit required you mean??? Does "T" slur or blur the poem? Ok. Here we go. Edit done. Now watch out for words like 'Moaners' and 'moaning'. It should have been mourners and mourning. But this may not be a warrior at war front. Sadiku's Warrior, the Lion, I guess. Ciao!!