I'd rather be a child
in mildful mind and might
than be a worrior
who will one fateful day
return no more to his blissful nest
he stretches his mighty muscle and feared by all
breaks coconuts
with his lime head
and gestures the path to cross the rubbicon
I'd rather remain in this sweet innocence
and rest my gentle sense
divest myself of duties of men of dead sense
who spare not a milli-second
for a dint of a horsey laughter
idowu joshua
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