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Out of the Battle by Olatuja Oloyede

OUT OF THE BATTLE Where buries the noise of the battle? My gallantry and my rattle? Has the pains of the past Faded this so fast? Where lies the redden spears To where flows my victims tears? Why so soon dries my blood? Comrades, weren’t we in a raging flood? What whispers behind my head? Ignorance makes me dread O I’m here beyond the grips of war Pains of death I feel no more! And there lies in the field my pride Am I really on the other side? Free from the earth which is indeed a den Free from the brutality of men.