They, the soldiers were at the war front <br />At the arabian soil battlying their enemies <br />Two friends were among the troops <br />Running here and there... <br />Bombs boom while guns fire <br />It was raining, thus distracting <br />The direction of their enemies <br />The whole soil was shaking <br />Lightening of deaths were seen <br />No where to hide <br />The warlocks are dying <br />Though, in war one side must loose <br />The cloud above was changing in sight of some soldiers <br /> <br />The friends in a side <br />Knew they had been succeeding <br />But today, glory has turn against them <br />The two twin friends are aman and iman <br />But today, glory has turn against them <br /> <br />Aman was the first to collapse <br />Messagonic iron has been sent into his body <br />His friendly brother looked unto the sky <br />He shouted the name of agony <br />The face of his lord is not seen <br /> <br />Has he forgotten those who had rest by the power of his bullets? <br />Today, he wept for aman <br />He could not help <br />But today, glory has turn against them <br />He took his brother to the burial ground <br />He lamented... <br />The payed grave digger <br />Laments, he consoled Iman upon the death of his brother <br />Iman went back to the battle field <br /> <br />Some minutes later... <br />A dead soldier was brought to the ground... <br />On seeing this by the grave digger <br />All he does was to open his mouth <br />Iman too has gone to an eternal home<br /><br />Ibrahym Oba<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/battle-field-4/
