Shackles around the neck as that of a bullet,
Boots on the feet marching across the bare soil,
Under the sun, under the rain fighting;
In between and underneath the tress and leaves making it whisper with rustling,
Battling with all might like morrow isn’t near,
Defending its borderline with crossfire;
Each soldier carrying their burden of arms tirelessly,
Defending the nation with life,
In death a martyr,
Alive, a hero;
Fighting to stay alive is the course,
I’m not a warrior in battlefield with the enemy,
I’m a warrior in the battlefield of life to stay alive.
This is to all sickle cell warriors who fight to stay awake and live.
Written by Adegun Wuraola
wuraolaolamide@gmail.com