After The Dust Has Settled Poem by Peter Kiprop

After the dust has settled,
After the atom bombs have been stilled,
We shall return to our wives and children.
We shall count our living-
And the dead.
We shall commune an urgent rendezvous
To provide a diagnosis.

Later,
We shall extol our virtues
We shall praise our guns,
And our sinewy muscles,
And the hordes who perished.
We shall intern our dead
And pick up our lives where we left off,
After the dust has settled.

After the storm has abated,
We shall return to our mansions
And our ghettos,
We shall rest easy
United by the air we breathe
The sons and daughters of our motherland.
After the dust has settled.