The Last Embers Poem by Dennis Okyere Brako

The soul of the dwindling fires cries
Whiles I shiver, at the cold winter's bites
No fumes from the dying embers rises!
A dirge I'm left to sing, as the last fires dies!

I hear the unnerving wailing, as the last soldier falls
Poor young widows; the last tear drops!
Warmth turns cold; the bedside clears!
Love turns memories of long lasting bareness!

Where are the wreaths, for the valiant the mothers' gave?
Lost wandering souls, tossed by every wave
No lilies grows on the lost soldier's grave
No monuments stands, for the heroes of oceans brave!

I wildly search, in the entire oceans deeps'
I lose myself in the large ocean's waves
My broken tulip bows, in the storms of nature's blitz
The dark rains showers, dousing the last embers