Mail me a gun
MAIL ME A GUN
Life came fast with no warning,
So it should fade in a hurry;
Black reeds of rain, of dusk from morning
Leaves me half dead with not a sorry.
Eyes to the sky like church people teach;
Mail me a cheque so I can be rich;
Bribe all my sorrows, day after day;
Broke by moonlight to send them away.
Mail me a gun with a single bullet;
Send me sick roses – reminder of my worth;
Post the world a letter so they don’t forget;
Last July, your smiles was all I ever bought.
©Peter STAR Owor
Abeokuta, Ogun State, Nigeria 2022
