Remembrance Day - Bola Opaleke


For those who never came home,
Our yellow field would grow green peas
For your sake.
The sky that captured grizzling souls
Where hot blood preserve battle bullets,
Our flowery nights returned

Winter cold. Your fading smiles glimmer
Twas no agony of defeat
No! Twas no cry of victory;
Hearts glued to the ticking sound
Ours were the soothing words-
Dying scent from old clothes to veil our loss.

Of father now unhappily the son,
Our wives must flirtlessly find new husbands, and
Mothers grappling at space
Her malady is not beyond remedy
We know the grandmothers would sadly rejoice
As your shrinking smile slink away.

This tough moment would help, our tears
Glide fearfully towards disbelief
Oh! The horror of war wrapped around our faith
Your blood-shot eyes herald a new dawn
But only of memories and dead emotions
For those who never came home.

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Bola Opaleke was born in Nigeria in 1973. Bola was educated through secondary school and later attended Obafemi Awolowo University in Western Nigeria where he graduated with honors. He relocated to Canada in 2011 as a Permanent Resident.