Sad Warrior Poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa

I'm a warrior, the one without a spear or sword

A warrior with wet eyelids, but tears
worth shedding

A jar of a virgin milk,
wine with the strength of a wild deer yet my heart merries not

The daring sounds of thedrummer fill the air,yet my head keeps malice with my heart.

Before the pretty Heliconia flower I remember our sweet but bitter parting kiss

The kiss that took my strength, then buried myego.

My heart befriended our last touches and your irresistible fragrance, my lips send its regards

Beneath the fading sun, I will wait for the glorious day you will be back to my arms

Back to uplift my soul, back to give me strength.