Crusades Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Some having not the luxury,
Exist on a plain, perdition,
Whose only door out is death.

They contend the challenges,
Confronting and struggling,
Reaching for the surface,
Enduring the agony of that perdition,
Where courage is vain
And the sharks within devours their immune

Have you been on the plain,
-To call them cowards for drowning?
Have you been in the ebb,
-To call them weak, selfish?
Have you been, not being but rusted in another?

The talks about living -do thoroughly,
Do thoroughly what you can, to talk
Short of the wars you don't see,
The sharks or the ebbs, they contended
Remembering, we didn't choose to drown,
But struggled to swim and sail through,
But in the end, got submerged.

And for the rest there is, after us,
What you can, is sail towards,
Hold their hands, if you can,
Stretching your hands in the hollow,
Seeking their heart,
If you can find a door out,
Walk them through their terrors.

And for the rest there is, after us,
Veiled like we were, masked
Exhaling peace, and inside, despair,
You may not know.
So to all around you,
A measure of care, of love,
Reaching out your hands,
To those that you can,
To all, extending this,
For in the end, above many, it may make the difference.