There’s silence as she relives the bullets he received,
Calling for help in gargles on the battlefield
And dropping in the smoky marshes to join the deceased.
As a little boy, I wondered why I have a mum.
All she did was shout when I was gaming;
Whip me when the VHS entertained me;
But as I got older, I now know why I miss my mum.
Can they hear her heart beat? Can they smell her fear?
Just a drop from the wrong spot on her exposed skin
And she’d join them here without the white armour,
Swinging on the balance of life from a kinked shoe string,
Unable to bring the love that brought her here.
Love, hold me as we traverse this blue screen
Baobabs stare at their dead leaves
Cry but that your early death may be last of its kind. Go well brave You, until we meet on the other side.
Corruption’s rife while thieves play with our taxes, but
You can be and bring change. Even the sequoia started small.
A family without conflict
Is not a family….