I spoke to my mates
“Let’s march to the gates
Let’s scale the great height
Let’s fight the good fight”
We arose with hope
We believed we would cope
We set out as an army
Marching to victory
We encouraged each other
We upheld one another
Two miles gone
And some chose to run
Five miles gone
Many fled and did turn
Ten miles gone
Hundreds disappear before dawn
Twenty miles gone
We’re now a few by morn
Fifty miles gone
I alone blew my horn
I rest my eyes on the hills
Resisting the nervous chills
“I have come
I have seen
And will conquer”
©Grace Damilola Durosaro
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