Within A Worrior Poem by Damilare Tella
Within A Worrior
Play the Sounds, I long for rhythm
Beat the drums, I thirst for merry
The Gorgon within has come of age
It won't rest till it consumes all
I continue to battle as always
Dear Father, I call at this time of despair
If it pleases you, send the word again
Let it speak itself like it once did
And if you won't, send me some rain
Let the field be flooded, and let my thirst for merry be quenched.
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