Letter From A One Man Thousand.
I went with the tears and hums of my kid,
I told you I am going to live with death;
I'm the fox in the lion's den, keep my seed;
If I don't come back; my blood 's sweet for death.
Baby, don't cry, I told you I'm with you,
Tho I'm the fading yellow sun of noon,
And the sky is a thin thigh in the blue,
But I took you with me; mayb' I won't die.
Darling, I am back and my skin is soft,
The war was peaceful– maybe I fought toys.
Darling, I'm back and I'm going back, I'd sought
for life when life is dead, but I'm ever with you.
Darling, a soldier is a dead walking
corpse, but my soul is an immortal thing
that grips you like thunder danc'ng round the sky;
When you 'n' my seed miss me, look at the sky.
Yours Most Loved,
"words from the innocent mind"
Akinwale Peace Akindayo
P.S: Image is from a friend I don't know.