Read my mind

There are youngsters who have gone,
Old ones who’ve refused to leave
This night would reach dawn
If you can read my mind
You’d know this battle was drawn
For the end must surely come
And the war clothes we don
We must put off to grieve
And abandon the roles as pawn(s)

This war song
Beats my heart
And my soul

This war front
Bares blood, bones
Scares and scars

Dance. If you
Read my mind,
I’m so gone

Victor Oyedele