THE BARRICADES

People wailed
Encamped
And hunger maimed.
But they –
The lame
When they sat
And count the cost
Of the doom that loomed
Assumed
That death is inevitable.
They stooped
And stood
On dry legs
Like cricket’s.
They walked
Quietly
Silent as they could
But the syrians –
The invaders’ camp
Crumbled
Stumbled
And trembled
When they hear
The roar of the March,
The feat of the feet
Of the quiet
Drawing crawling lepers.
So, they ran
From their camp
For their lives
A great run.
And the lepers
Took of them
A great spoil
Like warriors
But without gun
Or swords
Or loads
Of ammunitions!
What GOD can do!
The lame
Lepers
Deserted
And thrown out
Of the city gates
Thus became heroes
And national warriors
Champions
Winning trophies
And medals
For God’s people
In their plight.
Destitute
Despised
Forsaken
But became Saviours.
The four barricades
Behind the city gates
Of Samaria
Shields against bullets.

The Barricades
© Samuel Amazing Ayoade (Blazing Pen)
22-09-2015

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