The Departure

In the still of the sleepless night

After the sun went behind the sky

And the horizon clear of disturbances

With only the soft whispers of the dead heard

The general lay hidden in his tent dreaming

Far away from reality his soul was

Moving through the hills, valleys and plains

Earlier he led his troops of freedom fighters

With deathly march on a peace keeping mission

But on return he knew not what awaited him

Until he had faced death squarely

At dawn he failed to return the salute

When one of his men came calling
But instead had answered the glorious call
Which made him unite with his ancestors.
He had been killed by the guerrilla spies