An open letter from 1914

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Submitted: April 04, 2019

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OPEN LETTER FROM 1914
 
Dear friends,
 
I write to you with the terror of a fleeing soul,
And the saddening plight of a heavy heart.
I write to you from the battle field of mines and daggers,
With my ink running in blood,
Blood of friends and enemies alike.
 
The assassination of Ferdinand has opened the doorways of fright and rage,
The weak is frightened, the strong is challenged.
The tale of what to come is carried in the winds,
Each household saying their farewell before it is dark.
 
Nobody knows when it would dawn again.
 
 Nations had joined forces to spread the gospel of war,
A unity preached with a smile on their faces but a dagger to their guts.
It is no longer news that nothing brings men closer than hatred,
And nothing tears them apart than love.
The fate of humanity is held in clenched fists,
The heart of man is preen with hatred.
 
Out in the cold winter night, death lurks untamed,
We either go out to it, or wait untill it comes upon us.
There's no hiding place from the benevolent hand of death,
For We are at war,
We either kill or get killed!
 
The German troops had headed towards east France,
Hitting the coast the hardest,
Lighting the night with gunpowder,
And shaking the earth with fallen heroes.
 
The applied forces had retaliated only a night after,
Tearing through the central force,
Raining down the plaque of fire and pollutants,
Painting the skies with so much hatred that could last forever.
 
Out here in the battle front;
Men are turned against each other,
And blood is the price paid for power.
 
I'm writing to you from the passing-on of my subtle breath,
To remind you the ordeal of mankind at the mercy of power,
To remind you the winter night that never saw daylight,
And also to remind you the souls upon which modern civilization is built.
 
"Love begot hatred, Man is the enemy of himself" __Wilfred Owen (1893 – 1918).
 
John Praise Ochoche
©2019
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Part History of WORLD WAR I.


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