A LETTER TO MY WIFE

  

If l make it not from this war-zone

Let this letter reach my beloved

Wife, let her break its seal

With her bare hands 

Let her read it with love and care

Let her read it not with teary

Eyes, tell her to be brave for

My dog chain still rests on my chest 

Let her read it this way...

Sweetheart l wish l was there with

You this valentines, to give you

A Rose flower and wet your lips 

With red wine... 

But the path l chose allows me not

I am made to lie on a thirsty

Ground to defend our cause

Surrounded by a garden laden

With skulls that emptily stare up

Space as a menace of terror 

Grip our camp

Sweaty faces faced with long

Lost humane

Dear wife l don't want to scare

You off, l am fine to die with

Cause instead of dying in the course

Of suppression... 

Give my people the wine up the

Cabinet, let them quench their

Thirst fill their stomachs with

Bread, let their bodies sway and

Dance to the rhythm and sound

Of the drums... 

Let their torn souls

Find purpose to sing the song

Of Lawino as their feet stamp hard

As they shout chants of revolution

Dear wife, if l be M . I. A, let my

Son Malcom know that dad died

With a cause in the course of

Seeking a better nation 

He died trying to instill revolution

In the hearts of our people

If he understands not let him

Know that his dad was a poet

Who aspired not to be famous 

But one who wrote to unveil

Change to break loose and free

From the chains of oppression

If i make it not from this war-zone

Let me be buried in my

Motherland

By Marco-the-poet