WHEN WILL THEY COME BACK? -----Hon.Paul(M.O.E) In the wee hours of the morning, the Guns rattled from the hands of the saboteurs They trooped in, covered with mask like masquerades Everybody stand up their commander shouted The little kids were frightened They obeyed the command of the moustache commander One after the order, they were taken into a waiting caravan Off they went into an unknown dungeon The Sun refused to smile, all the trees went back to sleep, the animals refused to leave their abode A great disaster had struck the land The mothers of the land had been taken Wailing, lamentation filled the ambience Where are they? The villagers asked one another No one could answer. It was rhetoric Deep in the dungeon, they wailed and shoutedmummy, daddy but they were not their to rescue them Shut up shouted the commander. Where do you think you are? You want to acquire Education?It is Impossible! it is a sin They looked lachrymose, unhappy Each day passed and their hope of returning home faded. They have been thrown into a state of oblivion Never to return They sang mellifluouslyOh my home, Oh my home, when shall I see my home ? Their voices began to get weary and the song faded into thin air. Future of motherhood wasted, the hope of the nation forgotten Back in the city, the king had summoned all his chiefs to an emergency meeting Our kids have been taken hostage he said the chiefs looked at one another with a clueless look. Kids? They asked in unison. Yes! The king retorted. Astonished at their imprudent nature. They were taken last night by those goons, What should we do he asked? The head of the chiefs stood up, bowed his head like a man in distress Lets us forget about them he said. After all, our kids are not their, so who cares? The other chiefs nodded like a male agama lizard Well, I will condemn the attack and compensate their parents. They all agreed. 190 days have passed, they are still in the dungeon waiting for their saviour But no one from the city was ready to embark on the rescue mission When shall we return home they lamented. NOTE: This is a Poetic Prose the writer has taken succor to write in the style. God bless the readers.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 05:28:24 +0000
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