Remember This, Soldier Man Poem by Chima Ononogbu

Remember this soldier man.
The words behind those doors you muttered
when the world sprawled out in slumber deep,
though alone you thought you were,
but not so true, not so true,
for the ears upon the walls listened in,
and their eardrums, as hairs blown by the wind, stood,
in frightening amazement, stood,
when you'd wished the world be consumed,
when you'd prayed the God of war pour pails of burning coal
and let loose exploding fires out of its barrel vault,
which with a rage of the volcano bursts.
Somewhere in the middle east, far from the homeland.

Soldier man.

You'd confided to the silent night, your hopes and aspirations,
that you may hold shoulders so high in decorated twill of a war hero
when the fiery wind blows over;
but this place,
somewhere in the middle-east, torched and desolated,
by a flood of deathly smoke roofed,
in the blood of the unborn, newly born, barely walking, dipped
yet again, many others to whom the cause of war is unknown
shall on the arch of sinking streets fall, as casualties,
as a bloody price, for the honor, the purple ropes,
along the ridges of your shoulders hang.
Remember this, soldier man.