He was my brother, indeed he was.One early morning the vampire
of war carried him to Vietnam.I never saw him again.Heard a bulle
t pierced him.I cried the whole of my nights,hugging the pillow,my only friend.
I cried for him because he was my brother.
I wish i had a clock,which turn anticlockwise.For the time would go back
and bring me back my brother ,to return to me again and play like we did.
He would sometimes hit me and I would sometimes cry but i would
not report it to dad because he was my brother
The telegram is still in my closet,a talisman in a socercer's cave.
I wish i could tear that cursed thing apart but it 's only the belief that i have
.The letters are fading because of old age but the memory will never fade,
for he was my brother.
Rest in peace brother,please rest.You are a signature
on an ancient stone.Not appealing anymore but unforgettable.
Flowers wither,grasses wilt but in our memories you remain.
WHY? BECAUSE YOU WAS OUR BROTHER.
By Tatenda Makichi
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DEATH OF A SOLDIER
Teen FictionThis is a poem of a person who is crying for his brother who died in war.The memories are refusing to go even though a lot of time had passed since his death.This clearly portrays the importance of every individual in a family
