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Lyrics of Thoughts || by Fadairo Tesleem

Brethren, I've vacated this home of chaos you'd call life/ friends shouldn't pat me on the back & enemies should save the stress of splitting o'er my innocent body/ Brethren, it's my soul that did the wrongs and rights/ see it disappearing into the sky. Return your retinas and see my soul vanishing into thin air/

It hasn't been raining/ my grave would be tiring to dig & my body would be heavy to lift/ handle me with care brethren,I know I stink/

Brethren, I didn't die, this is just a technical divorce between my soul & body/ they say poets don't die, and if I do/ my poems are everywhere, even in the everlasting book of life/ I'm not dead, let no one sing dirges/ check beneath my lines, rhymed & unrhymed/ I am always there/

Brethren, I did not die as a coward/ not as an aimless passerby avoiding heavy downpour/ not as a snail that hides its head inward its shell/ Brethren, I died as a failed captain/ as a betrayed warlord/ as a sniper that ran out of bullets/ the attack was not prepared for if not impromptu/ I wasn't ready for a fight/ they said life is a warfront and I fought/ maybe not the end, but I fought/

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FADAIRO TESLEEM is an emerging poet who writes from Osun state, Nigeria. He's a poetry coach, a teacher and a literary critic. His works have appeared or are forthcoming in the Issue 1 of Fiery Scribe Review, Pangolin Review, and QT Literary Magazine.
Apart from teaching his students how to weld between poetic lines, he loves listening to the arresting voices of Adekunle Gold and Beautiful Nubia.

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