Scarecrow Poem by Tony Adah

When I am gone and back
If it's true,
Do not put me
In the land of our heroes
Reinvent me
Pass me through a lab
No matter how crude
To become an inventor
Let me through the furnace of wars
To become a real general
Fly me through the sprawling fields
Where birds twirp to fill
The abundance of the earth,
Make me a scarecrow
A whistleblower in the land
Not a pawn on the table of heroes
Without deeds.


tonyadah2019/03/29