Russian Roulette

Gun to my head I dare not talk.
All I can do is but feel sick.
Calmly waiting for the gun click.
I pray it’s not bang! so I’d walk.

This game is not meant for the gawk;
Nor the capped chief with the old stick.
Gun to my head I dare not talk,
All I can do is but feel sick.

I had dreams to fly like the hawk.
Building a heart stronger than brick.
Chances of dying seem too thick.
If I die, I was a warlock.
Gun to my head I dare not talk.

Younglan Louis